Living in one of the states that house the spectacular Mississippi means having the privilege of seeing different styles of bridges. The light rail that connects the river’s East and West bank, the I-35W over the raging water of Saint Anthony Falls, and the unknown one standing alone on a full moon night. Though they may have compelling stories to tell, they all share one thing in common. Connecting the river shores and keeping us from the mysterious water underneath.
I looked at the bridges then I asked my husband:
“Would you be the bridge that gets me over troubled water?”