Mountain Bridge

I almost missed it. The bridge appeared out of the mist halfway up the pass, a thin line of stone thrown across a gorge that dropped away into nothing. On the far side, the mountains just kept climbing. I waited as the cloud parted, closed, then parted once more, chasing that single moment where the bridge connected two worlds before the fog swallowed it whole. I called it Mountain Bridge for the simplest reason: it's a reminder that even the wildest places hold a way through, if you're patient enough to find it.