Walking on the Bridge

The bridge provides a beautiful view of the treetops and the railroad. I found myself appreciating the view through the geometric sides of the structure. We came across many different locks with the names of lovers clipped to the side of the bridge. When Hannan asked what they meant, I recounted fondly a story of coming up to Texas Beach with my friends in senior year and scheming about placing a lock with our names in commemoration of graduation. Seeing how many locks had acculumated across the years made me tenderly wish that we had done it.