Bridges

When I leave Anjo, I will really miss walking over this quaint little bridge everyday. I will also miss the carp who live in it.

Goodbye carp. Goodbye bridge. Goodbye occasional funky smell. Goodbye odd wooden pub that I all but certain is just someones garage. 

Goodbye fish restaurant next to work, with the sweetest waitress with orange hair. Goodbye work and students who I adore. 

Goodbye Anjo, this won’t be the last you see of me.

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Another Walk

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Brother and I went walking again. This time it was a bit further along the Bronx River.

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This area was more akin to a small forest than the last spot and had a cool little walkway under one of the bridges. The walkway was flush level with the water and the space between it and the bottom of the bridge was very small.

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It was also very dark. From it, you could finally really see how deep the river is in some places (at least 5 feet). I loved it, my brother, not so much.

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Brother and I want to go back when the fish start coming around again, since we think we can see them under the bridge, if we use flashlights.