Historical stone structure
On a dark, cloudy day, my wandering feet brought me Westward, over the bridge, to the outskirts of the city. There on the quiet highway is a historical stone structure. It is a beautiful structure, but in such an odd place. There isn’t anything else around. Up a dark stair to the top, I climbed and stood above the highway. It felt dangerous. People in the past lived with danger more than we do now. I would have liked to…