(written February 6th 2010)

My thoughts, as my bus crossed the 520 bridge today:

There is something about it–I’m not sure I understand it (maybe that’s why it’s so…well…er…hmm…).

The water is broken into so many little pieces by the light breeze, and the sun is shining through a cloudy sky.

It’s not one of those perfect glassy lake days.

In the water’s brokenness, its imperfection, the sunlight sparkles; each wrinkle in the surface, made by a single whisp of breeze, reflects it’s own little claim of sunlight in some direction or another.

And all together, the water, it’s surface so disorganized and cluttered, is beautiful in the light shining on it.