The Bridge

Ben B.
Ben B.
Nov 5 · 3 min read

What’s beyond the bridge, I might never know. But it shines nonetheless at night. And it remains still and intact in the morning, when I rise. Whenever I look up, it’s there, present in its might, angled right toward me. The cars that travel it differ in their speeds. But, together, they form symmetrical movement — one speeds one way, the other speeds the other. This never-ending circulation persists despite the change of time, the passing of weather, and what exists between me and it. It keeps on going, on and on. Even when I come back, after a long day, the bridge churns as it had a few hours past. It won’t change for me, nor would…

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Ben B.

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Fier d'être québécois. Committed to making the world a healthier place. Family and friends first. Love, freedom, and progress, in that order.

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