Frodo

Bike down with my backpack. To the river where I ditch my wheels under a bridge. Sit on the bank and read of adventures, and remember that I'm on my own. That every mistake is a line in a book, and suddenly I'm eager. Watching birds fishing. Under the arm of an old oak tree. The book is great and theres no rush. Just get out that door.

Tonight we get up to no good. But tomorrow the river will be waiting.