Stepping Across the Threshold
The bridge swayed slightly under my feet as I took my first tentative step onto the grating. Taught steel cords hummed as they held the mesh-work of rope and wood and metal suspended over the small river below. My heart thrilled a little as my stomach had that slight fluttering feeling of risk and adventure, like you get on a roller coaster the split second after they take off; knowing you're safe, but savoring the slight feeling of danger all the same. The bridge danced and swung from side to side until I reached the center. On my right was a sign declaring that side of the river was in one state, and on my left another sign announced that the river on its side belonged to a different state with the bridge squarely set on the border line between the two states. I stood there and took in the sunshine and blue skies, the bare, beautiful trees, the scent of pine, the murmur of the river. And then I had the realization that I had my foot in two places at once, literally....