I don’t know about you, but whenever I see a bridge, I want to walk across to the other side.
There’s something about the idea that the place the bridge leads must be important or worthwhile, since someone spent the time, effort, and money to build a bridge to get there. And, by the same logic, the place you’re starting from, at the other end of the bridge, must hold some significance, too.
It’s not only about wanting to see where the bridge leads. The bridge itself establishes an awareness and even a sense of grandeur for the transition from one area to another. It’s a place to stop, take in the view, and contemplate your transition.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s a steel behemoth spanning the width of a river, a pedestrian bridge in a mall, or a tiny wooden bridge in a rock garden. The feeling is the same: something special is about to happen.