By Erskine Bridge.

For exercise I cycled to Erskine Bridge today. It stretches high over the Clyde and is infamous as a suicide hotspot. Samaritan signs gird each entrance. The fences are built high and back-angled.
When I got there, wee winks of colourful crude hearts caught the light hanging from the budding trees. What looked like festive decorations were actually kindly exhortations, lifelines. Stay, they say. This will pass. Future you is waiting to meet you. Let this be a stepping stone.
Human kindness is a magical thing.