bridge (pic-a-day #1)

Here is my bridge in the morning. I call it my bridge because at least 3-5 times a day I walk up the steps, over the bridge, back down another set of steps, and then back again. My day begins and ends here. It's become such a constant in my daily life that I instantly recognize when something is "out of order" like a piece of discarded trash or a glove that has fallen out of someone's bag. Even the people like me who cross on a regular basis now nod in passing with a smile instead of staring blankly at me.

I've been thinking about all the things that are really "constant" in my life, and all the things that I only perceived as constants.