It was safe.  I had a zip line attached.  There was netting below me.  And I was at WDW for crying outloud.  But it was also about three stories up in the air, swaying, uneven,  and the area below was infested with crocodiles.   So in a situation like that, do you pay attention to anything else but your footing?   The regular safari ride trucks were bumping along the road next to the river and enclosure and the folks were pointing and waving.   I stopped and waved back, enjoying the feeling of goodwill and surprise.  And then I turned to continue making my way to the end of the bridge.  The picture was taken as I turned away and started moving again....

Somewhere in here is a metaphor begging to get out. 



I stand by my choices and expect others to first acknowledge and then stand by their's as well.  Nope, that train of thought -- letting go of agnst and refusing to entertain regrets --  doesn't really  fit in here.



After seven years, maybe I need to let Frank rest.  That one might work -- you know, moving on and all that -- but on this anniversary of his funeral it doesn't  really feel apropos.



Something about having the nerve to venture off the beaten path?  And still taking the time to look around and interact with the world and others?  I chose to stop in the center of the span even tho the footing there was not the most secure, laughed and waved, then paid attention to where I was putting my feet.  I was just being me.



*ponders*



Of course, it could be just a picture of a fun time on vacation, neh?