My favourite walkway;
Downtrodden and covered in graffiti start to finish, the history palpable, your feet almost stick to it.
Best experienced at dawn with a friend, or at night with a partner of the romantic variety whose
words break the silence like static pops enhancing your heartbeat until it's all you can hear.
If you're lucky perhaps you might even see the northern lights over the water.
Where eagles nested nearby,
though I haven't seen them in sometime, their shrill calls used to light up the sky.
I suppose it was only a matter of time before the lake was overfished, the old ways
bringing forth the end of a sort of golden era for our majestic winged friends.
I hope they are happy wherever they are. I hope they are still well fed.
