Tower Bridge

That gap between the two wooden bookends looked entirely uncrossable until I spotted an old wooden ruler lying flat along the shelf. I scrambled up the spine of an encyclopedia, grabbed the beveled edge of the yellow timber, and dragged it inch by inch across the open void until it clunked onto the opposite book stack. Testing the span with two quick stomps, I strutted right across my makeshift suspension bridge without wobbling once. Morning skyline conquered!