Every time the bridge goes up on Ocean Ave, I swear it feels like the universe pressing a soft hand to my chest.
A pause.
A breath.
A reminder.
I watch people peel out of the line, whipping U-turns because theyโre too busy, too frantic, too convinced they have to be somewhere right now. And every time, I just thinkโthank God I donโt live like that anymore. Thank God I donโt have to.
I know some people feel trapped in that rush, like itโs choosing them instead of the other way around.
But when the bridge lifts for me, itโs like life saying, Stop. Breathe. Youโre exactly where youโre supposed to be.
Itโs this tiny, magical moment of surrender.
Like the world is holding its breath with me.
And honestly?
Iโve fallen in love with that feeling.
I hope more people learn to look at a raised bridge and feel what I feelโ
not frustration, not urgencyโ
but a soft settling into themselves.
A moment of peace disguised as an inconvenience.
