The other day I mentioned taking a walk to clear my head. Well, my walk extended to crossing the point street bridge. I've wanted to stroll across this bridge for, oh, fifteen years or so but just never got around to it. On Saturday I found myself with some time to spare with a hankering for a roll on one side of the bridge and an appointment for a haircut on the other. It seemed only natural to get my stroll on and to take my camera out.
I don't know what it is I find soothing about the sound of cars traveling over bridges, maybe it is the repetition of sound... If only I could remember how soothing this is when I have the mean reds. I am certain spending time here would turn the reds to blues in no time and bring on a sigh of relief.