The bridge looks like it’s flexing its steel muscles for the skyline.

There’s something humbling about watching the bridge stretch its steel arms across the harbor as if embracing both shores. The Opera House sat quietly to the side, its sails catching the last rays of sunlight. A ferry cut through the water below me, leaving a trail of ripples that seemed to echo long after it passed. The city behind it was alive with glowing windows and silhouettes of cranes that hinted at constant change. I leaned on the railing for a while, letting the cool breeze carry away my thoughts as the day began to slip into night.