Birds singing, wind blowing it was a lovely day. The water was calm. The bridge was so full that there was traffic everywhere. everyone was busy, all going somewhere- places to be. People waling of the footpath, kids playing with their toys. In the afternoon the bridge was getting empty- people were going home. The bridge was closed for the night, no one was allowed to enter, In the morning the bridge was open and the daily routine begins all over again.