The covered bridges I have seen have felt like time doesn't quite move the same around them. Even in broad daylight they have a sense of existing in more than one reality. Maybe that old bridge was Dr Murphy's link to this world and when it was gone he (and his horses) could finally rest.
The covered bridges I have seen have felt like time doesn't quite move the same around them. Even in broad daylight they have a sense of existing in more than one reality. Maybe that old bridge was Dr Murphy's link to this world and when it was gone he (and his horses) could finally rest.