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"...Marceline, in future any romance that happens to come my way, will be through your graceful heart. In the past I didn't know who that special someone would be, but now there is no doubt, Marceline; you are the perfect lover for me."
"You say such beautiful things, Darôk my darling. Perhaps you would like to tell me those beautiful and wondrous words down on Summer Bridge?"
"I'm there my already there, Marceline my love, and I have been going there in my mind for the past three days. Summer Bridge is my refuge where I go to think. Now it can be ours alone. Let's get our jogging clothes on and get down there, Marceline. At this time of day with everyone thinking about evening plans, we can be alone and think about love for each other in the majestic silence of a Humboldt sunset."
Then, as they stood in the middle of Summer Bridge, with that portion of the tumbling Eel River laid out before them, flowing east to west, allowing the afternoon sun to glimmer as far as the two lovers could see. Warm thoughts of heartfelt love enveloped them like a late afternoon aura.
That steel and wooden bridge, supported by high surrounding cliffs, was like a romantic four-poster bed, but one-hundred feet high, over a gaping chasm of roaring water, which echoed their love's wild flow. Unlike their love affair that shows indications of lasting forever, the Summer Bridge exists in its place during the easy going days of summer and foregoes the desolation of a raging Northern California winter.
Those long cold Northern California winters wear on human hearts like an insincere travesty and temporarily turn away thoughts from summer's majesty. During most of the year, Summer Bridge sits as a grand, fair-weather edifice, however, to protect it from destruction, the local authorities remove the bridge off its canyon-wall support pedestals and carefully store it away from winter's winds and raging early spring floods.
Then resting in its winter shroud, awaiting the golden warmth of a lovely spring morning, Summer Bridge is safe from, the threatening high-water forces attempt to tear it into a million pieces and float it away.
Then with spring's awakening rebirth, slowly banishing winter's clinging ice, blanketing snow and pounding runoff. Then, during the height and warmth of their summer day, Marceline and Darôk can look to each other eyes on Summer Bridge and bask in its warm evening glow.
Marceline turned to Darôk, gave him a wholehearted smile that said so many things beyond words, as she offered a warm, "I love you Darôk."
He returned her affection with a kiss, as he said, "And I love you too Marceline."
The magic aura of a reflected sunset on the Arboria Island hillside and the river beyond the bridge made a romantic backdrop for two lover's kisses. The sun began to fade into rosy glimmers off the river water, as it flowed out of the wester hills. Behind them on the opposite side of Summer Bridge, fading into the darkening eastern sky, a rising full Moon melded the rosy evening sky into the waters of the Eel River.
As Marceline and Darôk walked along, then stopped to talk, slowly savoring each Summer-Bridge moment. They planned to cap their day with evening pool side snacks and wine at the Humboldt Inn. As they stopped three-quarters across the foot bridge, Darôk then said to Marceline, "We must come here to the island tomorrow after lunch and spend some time in the pond. Please remind me to bring a blanket, towel and bathing suits with the picnic stuff. If the water purity test kit in my suitcase back at the inn, tells us it's safe to swim and even drink Arboria Island's water, the place and our investment will be more than a total success."
Marceline squeezed Darôk's arm in hers and enthusiastically said, "If any part our future, is as wonderful as today has been on this bridge, people will love coming here to spend some time visiting Arboria Island; it's a pure expression of Nature in Humboldt County."
"Is that your scientific evaluation or just a sensitive comment, Marceline?"
Then the ever cautious-scientist businesswoman, tried to bring the conversation back to realty by saying, "Well, actually both Darôk; Arboria Island is a bit rough around the edges now, but I think it can be brought to a nicer, more enjoyable state with some careful resource management."
Then Darôk reveals some Mayan magic to Marceline by revealing the nature of the island by saying,"Rough around the edges is right Marceline, and I've discovered something that aligns with my ancient Mayan heritage, along the path to the pond; those weeds and brambles are very selective and can sometimes be nasty. Did you get any cuts on your legs when walking the path, Marceline?"
"No, oddly enough, Darôk, the path was always just right for me."
"And, if you think about the path you took, it could be that Arboria Island likes you."
"You might be right Darôk; I noticed; as I was walked along the path and looked back at the pond and pathway coming from it; the grass appeared to fall over, grow back and close-up after I passed through. Do you have any ideas; about how such speedy decline and regrowth can occur Darôk?"
"I'd say it was almost like magic, Marceline...."
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