Bridge of Lights

I often walk the Walnut Street Bridge on my way to and from work in Harrisburg. In the morning it can be quite refreshing, but this summer the evening commute not so much due to the unrelenting heat wave. I learned first hand why it earned the moniker “Old Shakey”. One day, I was maybe half way across the bridge when I began to feel the sensation that I was bouncing with each step, and it was a bit disorienting and I found myself getting dizzy. That’s when the bounding runner in all his fitness finery passed me. For all the foot traffic utilizing the structure at that moment, it was that one fast moving individual who sent the 120 year old bridge into a state of rising and falling flux that emanated from and moved with him.