A Story About A Bridge: Woodcrest 2012 Edition
"They tore it down a year ago."
The sentence washed over me and rested around my ankles like a pair of cement shoes. When you're young the places you see every day are a simple fact. Never given a second thought. Life isn't a changing and growing organism; it's a static and structured thing. It is a building. A place. A definitive monument untempered by time.