It was dark and cold that night. The mild drizzle further rendered the streets devoid of people as in a ghost town. I was by myself, just returning from my fortnightly movie at the drafthouse.
As is my wont, I made my way to the Pfluger bridge and started dwelling philosophically on life, with the Austin skyline all lit up before me. I found the bridge a lot more peaceful that night.
Perhaps it was the absence of homeless people who would usually be squatting at one of the ends of the bridge.
Or maybe it was the absence of young lovers who would have filled me with jealousy and wistful yearning. Either way, I was deeply appreciating the tranquility of the moment.
I looked up at the streetlights and noticed the droplets waving back and forth as they made their way down.
Then I looked down at the Colorado river, the water bobbing up and down, putting on a light show of its own with the austin skyline.
I was starting to get worried because I had been in the drizzling rain long enough for the water to slowly seep into my jacket, which wasn’t expensive enough to be water-proof.
But I just could not leave the peace and quiet on the bridge. I wondered if only my entire life was as calm and placid like the night, maybe I would enjoy life more.
I pondered deeper about the meaning and purpose of my life, and leaned further and further into the Colorado river from the railings of the Pfluger bridge. Then I stepped back onto the bridge.
The last bus back home was only a few minutes away, and my time on the bridge was coming to an end. I wondered if I would ever get a chance to be at the Pfluger bridge like that again.