For the avifauna of benagil.

Marking each squeal with delight on the descent, cause why walk down a hill when you can roll.

And the full surrender that wrapped up the summer of 24

As we merrily row downstream.

And its allegory we flout.

For its tireless reliability.

And so my journey begins.

Cause how you going to win if you ain’t right within.

And the flutter deep in the belly.