Bridges of Reflection

There are countless writers, more adept than I, metaphorically penning the similarities between bridges and our lives. There also exists, an endless quantity of sensations one can contrive as we approach and cross each bridge facing us. We cross, in order to journey to yet another destination, yet I wonder how many stop long enough to reflect on the path that led them here.



I stopped at this place originally, to embrace the fall colors, nearly oblivious to the next crossing in front of me. I took for granted, the bridges existence, knowing that eventually I would move forward. Yet stopping at this precise spot allowed me to look back upon the days journey.