On my way to work, I often
cross bridges built high over railway tracks. Below the bridge, rails stretch far
into the distance, humming with the motion of passing trains, while above, on the
bridge people travel across in cars, buses and other vehicles. The bridge built
high above becomes an intersection point where two journeys cross without collision
… designed with care to protect what moves beneath and support what travels above.
Such bridges make me thoughtful. They feel like pauses in motion that
transform commonplace infrastructure into a place for reflection … in these places
one remembers past journeys, missed chances, quiet hope. As one moves forward
across the bridge, one may look back, ahead or below all at once. It feels
like being suspended in time; where one reflects on where one has been and
where one is going ... literally, and metaphorically.
