full stop

The bridge quivers when you're standing still; the wind I suppose.  There was no sense of urgency.  Some people wandered around, a rare chance to be on the bridge.  Many went right to check out the new bridge, blooming into life from steel and concrete. 

We all made it across, grateful to be moving.  Now just another day begins, a little late.  And I'm not in handcuffs in the back of a police car like the man who caused all this.  Thanks, good mental health!