{"id":3099,"date":"2013-03-03T18:51:00","date_gmt":"2013-03-03T18:51:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2013\/03\/03\/the-vltava"},"modified":"2020-10-03T05:43:15","modified_gmt":"2020-10-03T12:43:15","slug":"the-vltava","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=3099","title":{"rendered":"the Vltava"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Water is the source of life, and to find the heart of a city, I travel the river that nourishes the heart of Praha.
\nThe Vltava.<\/p>\n
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A cup of hot wine warms frozen fingers as the boat slowly makes it’s way. Children stop playing and wave to the ships passengers, the sky mixed with a pallet of purple, crimson, and hues of blue.<\/p>\n

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I hold the rail and breathe in the crisp December air. Reminiscing about when I bought an early birthday present, Bruce Springsteen’s new CD, The Rising, for sis.
\nIt was all I could afford, but all that you wanted. The sadness of the album haunts me as it takes me back to two fateful days, 9\/11\/01 and 01\/25\/07.<\/p>\n

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The loss on these days are felt with each song that plays in my head. The Vltava is my silent tribute.
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