I have walked on, driven by, and biked on this beautiful bridge thousands of times. It is a short distance from where I grew up. I once “ran away from home” , an idea that did not last long, and remember walking across this bridge that night feeling hopeless and lost. Memories of the good times here, especially with my wife and children, override all else. I swear the lens flare on the left is a spirit encouraging me to remember all that is and was good.
