Sackville, in particular Bridge Street's broken bridge, is my favourite place in the world. Since just after my arrival at Mt.A, I have stopped by there regularly on runs and seen it in so many different lights. Not only has it become a place of calm and reflection for me, but it has also become a place with which I associate many fond memories.
On top of all the time I've spent alone at the bridge's remains, I've shared the site with most of my good friends at one time or another: on clear sunny days, on misty mornings, on serene starlit nights.
Perhaps the symbolic value of the site is that although the broken bridge may represent an obstacle to continuing one's path to the other side of the the river, if one stops and takes in the surroundings, he or she will notice the beautiful view from that site and the many alternate routes across the river.
The site is so beautiful, however, that one can keep coming back to it without ever having the slightest desire to go any further; needless to make the connection between this path, and that of my own life.
-From my Human Geography Lab #1, January 16th 2007
