Walking through the darkness, yet at the end you see the light at the other side guiding your way as you move forward. To me, these are old friendly bridges that have served travellers for years. Each seems to have a personality of its own. The common denominator is the way they look like an arm stretching out to greet you. Some how reassuring and welcoming at the end of a road, offering you assistance along your journey.
Friends are often bridges in life.
When we stand at the end of a road, sure that there is no where left to turn, a friend can often offer us an arm to lean on. Aiding us to move onward. Giving us that protective feeling, being solid and strong for us. I remember being told as a child that you have no choice in who your family might be, but your friends you choose. That true friends should always be valued as they have no obligation to care.