A 15th Century Bridge

I wonder sometimes what this 15th century bridge has witnessed.

Today is idyllic, children splash in the river without a care.

It takes a stretch of the imagination to think of it at night, after a storm, the river in full spate.

Without yin and yang, experience would have little meaning. Without the night, the day would be mundane.

An acquaintance of mine, many years ago, would rest on the parapet, lying on his back after an evening of drinking with friends, he would contemplate the stars.

One day, he went missing.

Four days later, his body was discovered many miles downstream, washed up on a sandbank.

I wonder sometimes, what he thought on those dark nights. And if he was happy, or not, and why?