Near the Smoky Hill River that Runs through South of Town
complete with Kansas bridge graffiti which makes it awkward when young readers are trying to sound out words. What do we say when the young readers ask about the words? Yet I gotta know. Do we go to the river bank or not!?
And of course we do go to the river. Through these trees across from a trailer park that has trash strewn down the steep bank, we're stopped by the sound of wind chimes ringing low notes caught by the breeze sweetly singing over the trash.
We spot the windchimes above the trash and the scene becomes a sort of auditory visual paradox.
We spot the windchimes above the trash and the scene becomes a sort of auditory visual paradox.
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That contrast, I also felt this way on a beautiful late summer afternoon crossing the south bridge over the Susquehanna River. It had never been so beautiful. And as I continued to look down the river, there were the towers of Three Mile Island Nuclear plant spoiling the scene.
Thanks for your thoughts!