On most days I take a walk through the woods near my house, which normally takes about forty-five minutes. I listen to music as I walk but decided to remove the headphones while slowly walking over the bridge.
As I listened to the quiet, which was intermittently broken by birds in the distance, branches and leaves blowing as the wind picked up and died down, and the water flowing below, the ear of my mind added memories of a time to come when the woods wake up and show life in their fullest.
This is that short but slow walk across the bridge.