I love the view from the bridge. I always have. The sounds and the people fishing off the ledges. The way the wind engages my face like fingers on a piano to play a smile. The wind seems to know the right nerves to touch when humans forget. Even if the smile is false, it feels good to pretend. I decide that legs should touch the railing. I climb. One foot then leg swinging like a pendulum over the edge, I move with intention…