The Bridge

The sky was filled with various shades of purple, creating a comforting aura as I walked along the Vltava. Knowing that the touristy crowds would soon be filling the infamous Charles Bridge with the rising light, I wanted to walk among the baroque statues in relative silence while I had the chance.

The bridge’s construction started in the year 1357, connecting Prague with Old Town. The thirty odd statues of Kings, Saints, and Knights look down upon us mortals, silently protecting and giving comfort to those that seek it. I feel my own angel with me as I pass each statue.

As the light changes from purple to a clear blue day, I finish the walk from one end to the other. This time of reflection on lost love will never be forgotten.

I felt you with me sis.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?