Monday, July 6, 2015

The light at the start of the bridge

As my Fulbright specialist project draws to a close, I wander once more through the park. This time, I cross over the Salle River and catch this view at the end of the day.

Some look for the light at the end of the tunnel. And some (halfway) joke, or simply fear, that it may be an oncoming train.

Here, poised between day and night is where we are balanced with structure and light. Consider, if you will, that there is no tunnel we have not created for ourselves. And, when guided by light, supported by structure, and possessed of humility for learning and a sense of determination, there is no chasm we cannot cross.

The light at the start of the bridge.

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