Chelsea bridge 3am Monday morning. Gotta wake up at 7am for work. Usually when people wake up in the middle of the night they flip to the other side and call it a night. But what I do is take the bicycle all the way from sloane street till chelsea bridge. The themes is so settle and the breeze is as gentle as her lips. Reminds me of the last time we both were here. Its winter yet I'm wearing barely much! A hoody and shorts and my still wet loafers from last night rumbling in the rain. Maybe I'm coming up with something? A love fever :p