I love the way this writer describes the feeling of going over a bridge: (brief article & slideshow) Best Bridges in the World

Bridges mean exploring. They mean connecting. They represent not letting barriers keep us from seeing new places and meeting new people.

Prague

Harper’s Ferry, West Virginia
(Windows have a similar feel to me, albeit in a less active way. Looking at what’s going on “out there.” Or looking at what’s going on “in there.” Windows keep us from feeling isolated.)
I grew up in Michigan and remember the thrill of crossing the Mackinac Bridge, looking out the backseat car window (see above) at the shimmering water all around and at the suspension cables and realizing just how vast the lakes are and how much bigger the bridge is than you thought it would be.

The Mackinac Bridge connects Michigan’s lower and upper peninsulas. This photo was taken on a Labor Day, when they allow pedestrian traffic for a fun run.
Now, I live near Chicago, a city of drawbridges that keep things moving across and along the river downtown. Beauty and function and connecting us all. 
What’s not to like about a bridge?
This weekend, the American Library Association holds its semi-annual meeting in Chicago and I’ll be attending a party for brave librarian Steven Woolfolk of the Kansas City Library, who has won
(These pictures are some of the odd things I am imagining). I’ll also be meeting, in person (!),