Bridget 100WC | Week 34

I clutch tightly onto the rails that stick out of the cracked concrete ledge overhanging a rapid rush of water. The deafening sound of tumbling water bursts into my ears making me explode with extraordinary vibes like someone hitting a piñata full of happiness. I stare forward. The water just kept gushing out of the rusted pipes. I can feel the sprinkle of the water spraying at me. Imagine being those pipes, all the weight on your shoulders. The city, the lake relies on you. People avoid you, get scared around you but at the same time you're their hero.