MakingBridges.FallingInLove-Its raining on the bridge this evening. And the streetlights blink and twirl with a ballerinas ease. Shes alone on the bridge tonight, with the sun setting violently at her back. But her eyes travel swiftly along with the traffic. Streaks of glimmering red and delicate gold flow back and forth beneath her tangled feet. -The splintering wood that separates her from the rest of eternity, smells like dawn. And slowly, gently she reaches down and touches it. The raindrops softly pound her already damp hair and her shaky hands touch the trees long fallen, and placed like diamonds under her feet. She wonders with a half-moon sm