Magical Lunch

I found my Bridge to Terabithia today. Across a small open field next door and through a large patch of ferns and a few wild blackberry bushes. I ate some of the berries while studying the bridge. Wood planks nailed to a metal brace spanning an algae-dotted creek, slowly moving. The bridge supported my weight and across the way are more ferns, more berry bushes and a mass of trees being forested. I saw one fall. The area calls to me, to lose myself in the simple magic of a childhood dream come to life.

I'll go exploring again tomorrow during my lunch hour.