The Bridge That Learned to Wait

The bridge stood still between two patient shores. It did not ask who would cross today. Rain spoke to its wood, sun warmed its scars. Every footstep left a memory, not a wound. Some hurried, some paused, some turned back in fear. The bridge never judged. It only held. Storms tested its faith, silence trained its strength. Nights taught it stars, days taught it hope. Though it never moved, it carried many journeys. And in waiting quietly, it learned the power of staying true.