Past a Burnt Bridge

A thought flies over my mind as I get ready to face the day.

I stand before a computer, and as I do, it transforms into a large river with a series of burned posts. A bridge was here. A bridge I walked over several times. I can see the worn-out path below my feet, but I can no longer see what is on the other side. I know I will miss it, because staring into the fog I see a golden light. A light so beautiful that it has to be absent from my island.

I lost another connection outside my world.