Bridges: Nature's way of saying 'don't swim here.'

From this vantage point, the city seemed to breathe in sync with the river below. The bridges stretched like steady arms across the water, carrying people and stories from one side to the other. Cars moved like tiny ants along the winding roads, their hum lost in the expanse of this view. The sunlight danced on the river’s surface, as if nature was trying to remind this concrete jungle of its origins. In the distance, the hills stood still—silent witnesses to an ever-changing skyline. It struck me how cities can feel both permanent and fleeting at once, a paradox etched into every corner of this panorama.