That one bridge

My favorite bridge is the one over the river at Monroe. The bridge is made of wood & iron, threading a stout line between water and air. It's all very elemental. In some way I can't articulate, I feel like crossing a bridge (on foot - any other mode doesn't count) is one of those activities that is quintessentially human. Like eating cooked meat or singing or witnessing childbirth, when you cross a bridge (especially an elemental one) you are somehow sharing an experience with our vast cloud of ancestors. So crossing that bridge I feel doubly grounded - grounded in the earth and grounded in humanity