Bridge walking. That’s what has been on my mind this week. Bridge walking – taking me from where I am to where I’m going. Bridge walking – spanning two seasons of time. I sense that I am entering a new phase of life, and I feel as if I’m on a bridge. Bridges are some of the most intriguing parts of a journey. They give the sense that you’ve completed one portion of travel and you’re now crossing a hurdle to begin another portion.

Bridges. Over waters, over canyons, over muddy passageways. They’re sometimes beautiful, sometimes a little scary, sometimes majestic and sometimes simple. You have to appreciate a good bridge. Such wonderful construction, creativity and foresight.

Bridges. Their existence is so profound. They mean you’re not the only one who’s walked this path and you won’t be the last. You are part of humankind.