Over and Under

Over the western hills, the sun threw its last rays of daylight. Downtown, the skyline glowed red and pink beneath a darkening sky.

Over an arching, wooden-planked bridge, a young boy rode his bike, pushed by his mother whispering words of encouragement to him as he wobbled left and right.

Over the river, three Union Pacific diesel-electric engines pulled a line of freight cars north. They hummed and rumbled and snapped and rolled along the trestle, passing over the running trail by the shore.

Under the trestle, beneath the browning, fragrant cypress trees, alongside the crepe myrtles throwing down a carpet of red and yellow, hurrying runners raced the sun, trying to finish before the night set in.

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