A new adventure...

Last night, I went under a bridge I had never been to before. T was with me and we walked through the rain to get to it. Once underneath, the air smelled like fresh rain and wet dog. Water around me and rushing past my feet. The walls were covered in graffitii of both the creative and vulgar sort. The Bridge was dark, cold, but protective. As the rain bucketed outside, we sat in silence for half an hour.