Looking east from the Wabasha Bridge, the Union Pacific Railroad Vertical Lift Bridge sits in front of the rainbow arch of the Robert Street Bridge connecting downtown to the Westside. On a warmer day of the year, M and I had walked to the bridge and were perhaps looking at the debris of trees that the summer flood had left, when a bride and groom darted out to the middle of the bridge. Encouraged by their photographer and the momentary lack of traffic, the wedding photo was snapped. You never know what will be witnessed or what will be found on a good walk. Earlier in the week, on an evening walk through the snowy downtown streets I looked down at the right moment and found a diamond ring on the sidewalk. An engagement ring I thought. Had it slipped off her finger when she removed her glove to put change in the parking meter or had she tossed it out of her car window after a heated argument? It fit me perfectly. I pondered the karma of wearing it. I sought opinions from others....keep it, wear it, you'll never find the owner, turn it over to the police, post it on Craig's list. I liked that last idea and went to the lost and found section. No lost ring there that fit the description of my ring. Someone on Craig's list is looking for their mood ring. I don't think I need a ring to tell me what kind of mood I'm in. I was agitated that the ring monkey was on my back and I needed to get it off. I took the ring to a jeweler at the mall...base metal and fake stones....costume jewelry. Maybe that's why it ended up in the snow.
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