|now you see it|
|Now you don't|
Walking in today was fun,
the gibbous moon was playing peek-a-boo through the clouds.
A Friday is nice,
but I am confused,
this is January,
it feels like March.
The wild wind,
blowing the clouds around.
My normal walk,
what surprise do I find today at the Mill river bridge?
wood on metal.
Another game that has been played,
close the bridge,
someone else opens it.
Close the bridge,
a resident of Stamford,
cuts the fence and it is open yet again.
Today, there is something different,
a metal bridge on the bridge, covering the “failed” part and the bridge is opened again, officially.
It is dark again, the moon is hiding and the sun is not up yet.
A bright light from an open store makes me wobble,
I lose my balance,
I do not fall,
that is what the cane is for.
Friday the 13th, not a bad start to the day.
The wild wind brought winter back.
A bit of snow,
only flurries rushing past
If this post seems a bit disjointed, so is the weather!