Excerpt from Summer Bridge Tales - Darôk's Love Finds Marceline

      Marceline's love of her life Darôk Cinzelado, a Brazilian businessman.  (return to home page.)

  "...In all my future endeavors, and in any success that happens to come my way, it will be through your graceful heart, Marceline. In the past I've never known someone who could be so special, but now there is no doubt, 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 have been there already, Marceline my love. Summer Bridge is my refuge where I go to think, while waiting for you to arrive. I have even been there in my mind for the past three nights; but now Summer Bridge can be ours together.  Let's get our jogging clothes on and walk down there. At this time of day with everyone thinking about evening plans, we can be alone and think about our love for each other in the majestic silence of a Humboldt River sunset."
  Then, as they stood in the middle of Summer Bridge, with the tumbling Eel River laid out below them, as it flowed out of rugged mountains, the tumbling water helped the afternoon sun to glimmer as far as the two lovers could see. Warm thoughts of heartfelt love radiated into the warm summer air, and in response that golden moment enveloped the two lovers in its own shimmering aura.
  The steel and wooden bridge, supported by high surrounding cliffs, was like a romantic four-poster bed, but hundreds of feet high, over a gaping chasm of roaring water; it echoed the two lover's raging thoughts. Although, unlike their love affair for the ages, in which promises hinted toward forever, Summer Bridge exists in its place only during the easy going days of summer. While its structural foundation brackets endures the desolation of a raging Northern California winter Summer Bridge, from a safe distance mounted on a storage frame rests safe in its covered repose.
  Those 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 mounted on its grand support structure. 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, which attempts 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 love enhancing 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 as well, 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. Several hours of that golden afternoon rolled silently on, and the sun began to fade into rosy glimmers and reflections off the rippling water. The wide magnificence of the Eel urged its fellow rivulets out of the wester hills and down toward the Pacific Ocean. Behind them on the opposite side of Summer Bridge, fading into the azure eastern sky, a rising full Moon melded the rosy evening sky into the water.
   As Marceline and Darôk walked along toward Arboria Island, they stopped to talk, slowly savoring each precious 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 bring our bathing suits and walk over to the island tomorrow after lunch. We can spend some time in the pond; people I talk to in Redwoodville say the water is very refreshing. Please remind me to bring a blanket and some picnic stuff. If the water purity test kit in my suitcase back at the inn, tells us it's safe to drink Arboria Island's water, 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 this afternoon, people will love coming here to spend a pleasant moment or two visiting; 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 revealed some hints about Arboria Island's ancient magic by telling her about the nature of the island, saying,"Rough around the edges is right Marceline, I've discovered something that aligns with my ancient Brazilian heritage. Along the path to the pond; those weeds and brambles are very selective and can sometimes scratch the wrong person. Many gold hungry Conquistador met his agonizing doom by tempting the jungle and its razor grass, while they probed our ancient land for gold. Did you get any cuts on your legs when walking the path, Marceline?"
  "No Darôk, oddly enough, the path appeared to be just wide enough for me to walk comfortably."

"And, if you think esoterically Marceline, about the path you took, you might discover that Arboria Island favors your presence and possibly it 'likes' you."

"As a scientist I'm a bit sceptical but you might be right Darôk. However, I noticed; as I was walking back from the pond the grass appeared to fall over in front of me while forming a path as I approached. Then I looked over my shoulder and down the path I had just traveled, the grass and weeds appeared to have grown back and closed up behind me. Do you have any ideas; about how such a speedy decline and regrowth could take place so quickly Darôk?"
  "I'd say it was almost like Brazilian magic, Marceline...."

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