Is This the End of the Bridge We Grew Up With?

I was just walking past, soaking in the afternoon breeze, when suddenly I saw it—an explosion tearing through the air near a familiar bridge pier.
Memories flooded back of childhood walks and late-night talks across that very spot.
It’s strange how something so sturdy can vanish so quickly, leaving behind a strange mix of nostalgia and helplessness.
Life moves on, but some things feel like they’re slipping through our fingers too fast.