I have seen the plans for the light rail station coming to my bit of the ‘burbs. I know that the footbridge I have crossed to and from work since 1986 will become history and I’ll get a new bridge about 50 meters to the west.
|“My” footbridge as seen on the way home|
It may happen sooner rather than later. At some point, the slope this bridge connects me to, where the trees are, is going to be dug into and reshaped. A new path to a new bridge will appear, forever changing my walk to work.
It may happen sooner than I realize. Barely two weeks ago, I noticed neon streaks on the pavement. I’d seen them before and knew the construction crew had left them. Today I saw why:
|Aha! A hole!|
They’re still moving pipes and stuff around underground.
But I see more paint streaks. I wonder how much longer I’ll get to enjoy the sight of this tree:
|More digging to come!|