On the bridge

… in the meadows and flooding area of the river Lippe; it’s near dark, a mild late- summer evening; right on a bridge near the castle; turning my head, two distinct sound-streams from both sides of the bridge: the distant hum of traffic and horns from the roads around the meadows and the voices of dugs on one side, the continuous roar from a water-gate near the castle on the other; some late quiet walkers passing through the dark over the bridge… https://archive.org/details/Nirgends_besser_als__408