Bridges are a great metaphor. When we cross them life changes. I’m in the new now now and that bridge behind me and everything preceding it just became then.
On my way to Wenatchee from Seattle I snapped this photo crossing the bridge into Sultan where the Sultan River joins the Skykomish River. The Seattle is definitely behind me now and I’m thinking about how we cross bridges everyday, virtually and physically.
I’m enjoying the long shadows just before sunset. It’s warm out and the sky is an intense blue with puffy clouds following me eastward. The view is beautiful as I approach the Cascade Mountains. I have the front windows down so I can take it all in and crank up the CD player to compensate for windage. It smells so good out! The air is full of Evergreen.