Clock Tower Bridge

We set off at daylight, meandering toward clock tower bridge. Fog made the day seem dreamier than it was, for sure. Silver hot air balloons helped light our way, as it was not light. Golden goose appeared an hour later, to help us along. We sang a silly ditty as we marched with our walking sticks. My sister and I were in the best of moods. We loved this place. Silver mountain appeared first, it was climb-able, luckily. Puddles of clock faces were exactly where we had left them. Two years since we have been here we said to the tall clocks. They began chiming with pure happiness that we were back. The home of our births, the clock tower bridge. We were so happy! Joy came in silver and gold blotches, the sky even smiled.