So I’m sitting in the back of the coffee shop, where I have been banned to the high bar top table with incredibly uncomfortable wooden stools because that is apparently where the loner internet users like myself have been segregated to.
At very least, it’s a great view over looking the Siuslaw river and Flo-Town bridge.
I’m doing very important things on my computer, like checking Facebook and Twitter and tracking the NBA playoff schedules, when I hear this incredibly annoying siren.
What the hell is that? I look up and see half the bridge opened up into the air.
Holy crap! There goes a boat, sailing under the raised bridge. I have never seen that in real life before. Awesome.
I tried to contain my excitement but all of the sudden I felt like my friend’s little four year old son who loves bridges and boats and talks a mile a minute about stuff like that. For a moment I had that childlike excitement of seeing something so incredible you just can’t control yourself.
What’s better is that I totally imagined cars flying off the open end of the bridge like a giant ramp and sailing through the sky, over the river and onto the hill.
I laughed out loud as I watched the boat disappear and the bridge ramp close. Cars start driving across and everything goes back to normal.
I wish for moments like that all the time, just to get me through the day. At some point, everything becomes routine and normal and unimpressive. Life gets dull and boring and I get restless, bitter and completely calloused to everyone else’s excitement.
But in moments like these I am reminded that there is so much more to life. So much more.
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