I feel like so many crawl under the bridge where it’s cold and damp, not to mention crowded. Brothers and sisters under there, aren’t your muscles tired from crouching in too small spaces for too long? Breathing in mold and God knows what.
Why don’t you join us on the riverbank, we could dance and dip our toes in healing waters. Better still, we could unite arms and stroll heart in hand over the bridge, our footsteps connecting opposite banks… our faces beaming with sunlight and love.