The Secret Between Shores

There is something magical about a bridge that leads to nowhere in particular, or perhaps to everywhere at once. This small wooden span serves as the only link between the mainland and a tiny, rocky world of its own. In the early spring, before the leaves have fully claimed the canopy, you can see the skeleton of the forest and the true shape of the land. It’s a reminder that sometimes the most important paths aren’t the ones that take us to a busy city, but the ones that take us five minutes away from everyone else