Halfway across a bridge spanning a deep ravine in a darkened forest, a young woman sets down her lantern and pauses to take in the glowing view. Who is she, where has she been, and where is she going?
Is she at the start of a long trek, or on her way home from one? Is she merely following a well-worn path she travels everyday, and is taking a moment to imagine what lies in the distance? Or is she about to grab onto that vine and swing to a destination that bridge can’t reach?
(And what is the significance of that flowing red sash? Is it a symbol of her family, a magical weapon disguised as fashion, or part of a disguise?)
Please share your own stories, inspired by this evocative image, in the comments below.
Image: The Bridge by Inga Nielsen, Gate-To-Nowhere
