“What if we just ran across?” Caitlin suggested, as we stood high atop the rocks. Waves splashed past, but only slightly sprinkled us. I thought of the Big Little Lies opening sequence, and started playfully humming the song from it until Caitlin shouted, “Nicole!”

Crossing Walnut Street Bridge is the closest thing I have to a walk down Memory Lane. It’s just outside my everyday route, and perhaps because it’s always disorienting to see a body of water, each trip stands out clearly in my memory.