bridge over troubled water

Strange how violent water can get sometimes. They say it is the strongest element and that it will always find a way to get to where it's going, given time. We have been sitting in the centre of a storm for two days and in a gap in the weather, when the gods had turned their heads, we went to see what the sea was doing to the coastline. The peaceful little estuary of our vlei which only shows ripples instead of waves, and then only if the tide is running into the vlei, was an angry cauldron of waves hurling themselves against the suddenly fragile-seeming bridge. Two hours after Spring High tide had been and gone, it still looked like this. It was though the water wanted to reach out and drag the bridge and its occupants down into its arms and devour them.