I have seen the plans for the light rail station coming to my bit of the ‘burbs. I know that the footbridge I have crossed to and from work since 1986 will become history and I’ll get a new bridge about 50 meters to the west.
It may happen sooner rather than later. At some point, the slope this bridge connects me to, where the trees are, is going to be dug into and reshaped. A new path to a new bridge will appear, forever changing my walk to work.
It may happen sooner than I realize. Barely two weeks ago, I noticed neon streaks on the pavement. I’d seen them before and knew the construction crew had left them. Today I saw why:
They’re still moving pipes and stuff around underground.
But I see more paint streaks. I wonder how much longer I’ll get to enjoy the sight of this tree: