The Other Side and Back Again

The Brooklyn Bridge, via mrnewton. That certain solitude that one gets, a necessary emotional and physical release, that yielding, all-consuming, mind-numbing weightlessness that you feel when you find yourself alone and tearing down the bridge's narrow pathway, that forgiving closure when you touch Manhattan soil again after a brief visit to the other side...all these qualities are what make the Brooklyn Bridge my favorite place for late night runs.