As I stand by the love locks by the bridge, my mind wanders
to a special place. The river runs smoothly, unaware of the cascade ahead where
water crashes into rocks, turning into rapids, leaving vibrations in the air.
The sound is exhilarating, enveloping the senses with the hum of rushing water.
I decided to paint this scene on a spring evening. The sun
lingers on the horizon and a dark cloud loom above, perhaps an imminent rain
cloud. My overwhelming emotions see the sunlight in brighter shades of pink.
When a lock is placed on the bridge and the key is thrown
into the river, a promise is made—to love, and to hold onto that bond forever.
This gesture of love spans continents. In some places, people tie knots or ring
bells, believing their wishes will come true, eternal and unbroken.
I am moved by the universality of these simple, sincere
acts. They often go unnoticed, yet they echo deeply with hope and trust in the
human spirit. Witnessing them fills me with optimism, reminding me of the quiet
beauty in how we express affection.
In my small town, this sight of love locks by the river always
lifts my mood. These tokens of love glow beneath the spring sky, as pink clouds
stretch beyond the shadows. Their light breaks through the dark, a symbol of
love and connection transcending life’s obstacles.
And so, I stand here, by the bridge, listening as the river
hums its song of promises.
