长青路 the long green road

It wasn’t until I was standing at the midpoint of a pedestrian bridge over a wide boulevard in the rain that I was brought to peace. The road went off somewhere in the future and disappeared. It may have crossed over a part of the sea, but all I could see in the distance was a haze. The sky was very dark for 3pm. The streets in the area were lined with full trees which contributed to the effect of darkness. In the rain, the weathered billboards and advertisements showed their age. A dirty lake attached to a small and sleepy park laid a mild stench about the area and groundskeepers rowed old, narrow boats up the canal to pick garbage from the green waters.