If we do a search on bridges we find a lot about burning bridges,
bridges rather than walls, and of course
that bridge over troubled waters.
…"when you're weary and feeling small …"
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
I wish I had a dime for every time I heard my father say that when I was growing up.That distant hypothetical bridge--did we ever really come to it and cross over?
Bridges have always fascinated me.
Their strength and structure.
The beauty (usually) of what they cross over.