Jagged tops of the causeway to Cramond Island … pretty foolhardy to try to cross over that unless you can take flight. At low tide the causeway provides a bridge to the island. Most of the rest of the time the tops are still visible, jagged edges worn by the sea, the wind and time. Sometimes life is like that … fleeting promises that seem to take away the path to … wherever it was you were going. But it may be soon, it may be forever … the promise that the bridge will return.