When the Theodosia Bridge was completed in 1952, it was called "The Million Dollar Bridge". A few years ago, the government mandated that the old paint be removed and replaced with one that was more environmentally friendly, and the new paint job cost more than it did to build the bridge. The material didn't hold up as well as the original, and it's slated to be painted again soon. They're estimating four million this time.
Aside from all of that, it certainly looked like a Four Million Dollar bridge this morning,
enveloped in sun-lit fog.
The breeze was constantly changing the formation of the fog,
swirling it to form hawks and dragons...
before the sun started to burn its way through, casting its gold on the water.
A window in the fog revealed distant hilltops.
Nearby, a fisherman had parked his boat and trailer, and was out on the chilly water,
but in this particular spot, it was only God and me
and a lone gull, soaring over the bridge.
It wasn't a bad way to start the day.
I headed home through the fog, and contrary to appearances,
the other end of the bridge was still in place.
Priceless.
