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.
(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.
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?