I received a couple of phone calls along the way and the whooshing of the cars made my callers inquire as to my whereabouts. There was some alarm when I said I was walking on the Bay Bridge before I clarified that I was on the pedestrian path.
The dismantling of the bridge reminds me of the 1989 earthquake that caused a section of it to collapse. It reminds me, as do the returning college students, of how long Berkeley has been my home and how much I have loved living here. I will miss this beautiful crazy place while I'm in France. Once again I'm leaving my "shire" and heading off on a journey which holds all manner of wonders which I can only guess at now.
Nice writing and images, as always, you gifted soul, you. Thanks for this. I have run, biked and roller-bladed the new bridge's bike path and found it, like you, to be a wondrous experience any ol' way one chooses to navigate it. Thanks again, Amy.
ReplyDeleteBon Voyage, Amy. We are praying for you this morning as you go....praying for a safe trip, for meaningful experiences that grow you in new ways, and for your walk with our Lord alongside. Blessings!
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