If we peer out the window of our apartment and crane our necks, we see the Astoria-Megler Bridge. We walk around a lot, and the bridge is ever present in our small town, even at a distance.
At night, the red lights of the towers blink, blink, blink in the darkness. Silent, steadfast, high above the river.
And for some reason, it soothes me to the depths of my soul that the lights all blink in unison. If you understand this, perhaps you have a touch of the crazy, like me.