Here. Wrote it on my walk. I'm back on my diet wagon again, successfully this time! It's going well, so well, I'm stoked.
Anyway, every evening almost I go for a walk around the most magic piece of river, where every bit of the world is perfect.
The poem is about that.
I'm going to do a photo essay soon, and I'll blog it.
But in the meantime, words suffice.