Melinda Coppola

twenty four may | from the inside out

Melinda Coppola

twenty four may | from the inside out

BRIDGES

We are pausing on a bridge over the dwindling stream that crawls through our large, local dollop of green, Bird Park, because we always pause, she and I, on every little bridge that spans any river anywhere, so she can look down from first one side, then the other, at that liquid light which is […]