Some bridges we cross take us nowhere

For in the end a bridge must be

From one place to another,

Not just locations on a misted river,

Or different views of the same damn sea.

So choose the spans you decide to cross

With care and alacrity

So where you go you might not know

But it won’t be where you used to be.

Beautifully serene, relaxing morning clouds of mist above a sea, in the sky shrouding a rising sun to begin our day.

The sky colors warms our blended hearts cherishing one another today, tomorrow forever my love.