Eachwick Bridge

Everyone has their secret places, mine is under that bridge.

I like to go there with the dogs and play and I feel like I'm miles away from anybody and it's just me, the dogs and nature. I love the sound of the water trickling over the rocks that have collected in the riverbed, all different shapes and sizes. I like the way the water feels against my fingers when I reach in to pick up stones. I like how fresh everything is there. It makes me feel fresh and wakes me up. I like it in the summer when the trees by the bridge can be used as shade from the heat and the water cools you down. I like it in winter when I tread through the field, hearing the grass crunch beneath my feet, and see the river gradually freeze over as the days go by.

Although I don't have any physical memory of this day, my thoughts are with all who died or lost somebody in the attacks on 9/11.