Bridges to cross
Bridges to cross. There are always bridges to cross. The letting go. The moving on. The facing, embracing, of the unknown, the always known, the denied, the previously tried, the new, the you who waited until this very moment to say it is now my now. And so, on we go, yet again — another time change, another dawn of spring, another open road ahead on which to create, to grow the world we know is needed, supported by every pound of possibility that has come before and every dream of doing what has never been imagined.