The Fourth Face

On a Saturday morning, we set out to the east with no destination. We walked and walked aimlessly on the Melbourne roads and pavements that led to the suburbs. We had a quick look into all the shops that displayed stuff that caught our attention. As we were walking away from the city, an old bridge across the Yarra River seemed a good spot to click some pictures. A small trail by the side of the river seemed to lead us some where to distant place. We clicked pictures and walked along the silent river. Suddenly three faces came out of the wall and stared into our eyes. I gave a stern at the weird face only to find a smile on their faces. Finally after hours of walk, a highway came into sight.