There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
FROM THE VAULT stroll along the water front (disclaimer - i took a photo of chels this morning of her with chocolate all over her face, in hindsight not a great idea as it looks like poo. ha ha. hence the picture of kiama).