a very good friend has moved home to canada. i'm very happy and excited for him and his future... though change does not come easily for everyone, i watched him embrace it and see where it would take him.
thinking about his return home to PEI reminded me of the day i crossed the confederate bridge last october on my two week journey through canada and maine.
when i got to the bridge, i pulled off to take pictures... it had started to rain on the west side, but the sun was out on the east. i was in awe of the massive structure leading to PEI.
as i began to cross the bridge, november rain came over the radio. for the next thirteen miles, axl sang while it hailed and snowed to my left and the sun beamed brightly to my right.
i believe that things happen for a reason and that bridges carry messages.
