This was a class exercise where we were required to write sensory details. I got a little off topic about shrimp. I'm standing on top of a bridge, on an asphalt path. I've got my foot hooked in the railing, even though I'm not sure why. It creates pressure in my other foot, and in a couple of seconds I'll have to shift to the other one. The process will repeat. The water under the bridge is murky and brown. It's not usually so high, but it rained for almost three days straight, and now it's almost high enough to be considered a river. It'll go down in a few days, though. Back into a trickle. There are birds in the trees. None of them sound quite the same. When I was younger I used to try and whistle at them, but I've never been very good at copying sounds, so it just sounded like plain old whistling. Sometimes I think the birds responded back, though I'm not sure if that wasn't just my imagination. The sky is a high, cloudless blu...