missalissa
London bridge is falling down... I loved playing that when I was a kid. Bridge... hmm. All the bridges out of Maine and into Vermont/New Hampshire are green. I always love going through the big green bridges because it means I'm either leaving home or coming home.
The base. The beginning. Where it all comes from. When things start to branch out. Leaf, tree, plant, flower, water, life, love. Green. Happiness. Summer. Nostalgia. To be alive.