I went with my gut. Really a strong feeling or impression that I should persevere for the long haul and stick with my original sighting.
It took all day to circumvent the blocked roadways, defaulting to the narrower paths and byways.
I found a lonely passage through which I could actually see the bridge at the farther end. I struck out at a swift pace, but as I neared my goal that pace slackened and the loneliness turned to dread.
I’m not sure how it happened or when, it was as though I turned away for moment and when I turned back, I was underground. Still, the bridge remained in sight despite this.
I emerged at the bridge in darkness.
