The other day, I trudged across the St John’s bridge to place some hard to remove political signs (for an upcoming school board election) and a MUCH needed school construction bond) in a highly visible spot, where traffic usually clogs up at least twice a day. It was a beautiful day, and a lovely walk. What I didn’t expect was the serenity I felt in seeing the world from that high up. All of the grit and grime of daily existence melted away, and everything below seemed sparkling clean and pure. Even the evidence of industry seemed tidy and neat, as it floated on the glittering surface of the water. I felt a detached, voyeuristic, solitary calm, similar to looking out of an airplane – except the sounds around me weren’t overpowered by the sound of engines. I relished my temporary separation from the sordid underbelly of reality for as long as it lasted. It really was quite marvelous. In a week, I can do it again – to take the signs down.