• 1 am, cautiuosly feeling my way through a construction site with a dim flashlight, weird bits of metal on concrete, sticking to the center as there are no guardrails. Suprised by a spot in the middle where the stars are bright and clear.
• Crossing the other way one day, since a train parked for an hour blocking the road. It's nearly done except for the approaches, but I still nervously look for police cars. View of Holston mountain.
• Twilight yesterday, threatening to storm, and suddenly I realise there are other pedestrians on the bridge ahead of me. Crossing over from illicit to legit. Kids walking down the center line. Cerimonial tent in the park.
• Evening today and I only bring myself to walk over it with traffic whizzing by because I know this is the last crossing that will be special.
• (A few days from now, in a car. Up and over. Another boring, ugly concrete bridge.)