In the past, I’ve written about my fond memories of the bridge by my grandmother’s house. I spent hours every summer, watching leaves race under the bridge on the creek and looking for tadpoles. We drove by the bridge on the weekend and they’ve totally destroyed it. But the view hasn’t changed.
“The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.” – Harriet Ann Jacobs