HALF A GRAPEFRUIT
24. into reading, writing, language, love, seeing, painting, poetry, Sunday afternoons, lukewarm coffee and Scrabble.
This is a really good description of every minute of being on that bridge from like, October until April. Hellish.
Except for the phone thing, which is always, because the bridge slants down on both sides toward the water. Architecturally pleasing, and terrifying in just about every other way.
OH, except those two support beams under there? I like lying on them. It’s the perfect feeling being suspended over the water with your eyes closed. Bring a cigarette and a friend.
