I chose this photo for the cover of this story, from an old postcard in my collection, because the bridge is a metaphor for new beginnings.
Some people come to the Cape over the bridge for a fresh start.
Some leave the Cape over the bridge for a fresh start on the mainland – perhaps in Boston or New York.
Others use the bridge as a jumping off point to leave the world, flying swiftly through the air until they plunge into, and are claimed by, the frigid and swift running, canal waters.