I watched my bare feet dance over the smooth rocks and calm waters below me. My fingers picked at the old splinter-prone wood upon where I sat. There was no other place on earth where I could find such a secluded and peaceful bridge. What started out as a secret spot to clear my head, became something much more. It was -in many ways- like a home or a sanctuary. Only there were no walls. No others. That was the best part. Every town, small or great, has its own little hiding places. I’m sure this new town will have one, but it wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t be mine.