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"...In all my future endeavors, any success that happens to come my way, will be through your graceful heart. In the past I never knew who my 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 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 been going down there in my mind for the past three nights; now Summer Bridge can be ours alone. Let's get our jogging clothes on and walk down there, Marceline. 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 sunset."
Then, as they stood in the middle of Summer Bridge, with that portion of the tumbling Eel River laid out below them, as it flowed east to west, the tumbling water enabled the afternoon sun to glimmer as far as the two lovers could see. Warm thoughts of heartfelt love radiated into the summer air, and in response that golden moment enveloped the two lovers in its own shimmering 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; it echoed the two lover's raging thoughts. Although, unlike their love affair for the ages, which their promises hinted toward forever, the Summer Bridge exists in its place only during the easy going days of summer, yet its structural elements endures the desolation of a raging Northern California winter from a safe distance mounted on a storage frame.
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 Eel urged its fellow rivulets out of the wester hills and down toward the becoken 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 has been, 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 reveals some hints about Arboria Island's Mayan magic by revealing the nature of the island, saying,"Rough around the edges is right Marceline, 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 to the wrong person. Many gold hungry Conquistadores met their doom by tempting the jungle and its razor grass while they probed the area for gold. Did you get any cuts on your legs when walking the path, Marceline?"
"No, oddly enough, Darôk, the path was always just wide enough for me to walk comfortably."
"And, if you think esoterically a bit 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 walked back from the pond the grass appeared to fall over 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 grow back and close-up behind me, but only after I passed. Do you have any ideas; about how such speedy decline and regrowth could take place so quickly Darôk?"
"I'd say it was almost like Mayan magic, Marceline...."
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