the bridge

For some reason this place gives me solitude. Oceans and rivers always have that effect on me. No wonder I can watch The Pirates of the Caribbean over and over and over without getting seasick. I'm a water person, in contrary to my fire sign.

“The hardest thing in life is to know which bridge to cross and which to burn.”

-David Russell

I haven't crossed the Brooklyn bridge by foot yet. When my friend was here, we planned to cross it but the weather didn't give the nod. It's too chilly. We might not make it to the end of the bridge without a frozen organ.

We had so much fun that we broke loose as if we own the place.

THE BRIDGE

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Yet whenever I cross the river

On its bridge with wooden piers,

Like the odor of brine from the ocean

Comes the thought of other years.

And I think how many thousands

Of care-encumbered men,

Each bearing his burden of sorrow,

Have crossed the bridge since then.

I see the long procession

Still passing to and fro,

The young heart hot and restless,

And the old subdued and slow!

And forever and forever,

As long as the river flows,

As long as the heart has passions,

As long as life has woes;

The moon and its broken reflection

And its shadows shall appear,

As the symbol of love in heaven,

And its wavering image here.