On my walk earlier, I went over the bridge that goes from Channelside to Harbor Island and it started to drizzle. I thought, “You’re a Florida native now, why the hell did you think you’d be okay?! It’s 3pm!”
Just to clarify, it rains every day in Florida between 2 and 4 pm. Sigh.
As I crested the top of the bridge, I was drawn to this bolt that was covered just enough by the railing post to avoid getting wet. This little bolt, which has such a large role in structural stability, lives in a sanctuary that can defeat the feeling of vulnerability.
A place of tranquility, quiet, safety. A relief from vulnerability, even if only for a moment. Transient.