Today I am missing New York. The dense foliage colored in fall, the brisk winds and endless gray skies.
There is a particular bridge that I love. It stands between the Albany airport and Saratoga Springs. Whether coming or going I would forget my bridge. Then I would turn the bend. It was always the most perfect surprise.
My bridge! my heart would say. The most perfect bridge.
It is a blessing to have a heart so overflowing with things to love that I can miss things as simple as my favorite bridge even with all that I have.