Along with bridges, I love arches. How can something so perfectly curved also be so solid and dependable?
The shadow beneath the arch is like a gateway to the world beyond the arch; a parallel world that only the brave dare to step towards. When you stand beneath the arch, as well as shadows, there are echoes modulating your voice into something otherworldly. Your voice rises and booms. It is the way wind striking water must sound to the creatures living below the surface.
I marvel at arches wherever I go. There is a grandeur about them. As well as a sense of the impossible. It is almost as if they should collapse into themselves – but they don’t. They are a miracle of physics and engineering all at once.
I dream of arches all over the world. In cathedrals, historic homes, art galleries. But the arch I long to stand before the most is the glorious Arc de Triomphe in Paris. One day we will meet mon arc.
One day soon.
Arches. More things that lift my spirits.