Ahhh... Alton, my dear friend... it's magic.

Streets? Whew... Main Street pulses.

Elm Park? Just... wow.

I stroll by Riverfront Ln, breath abt water.
I run a spa here.

I see secrets, hidden spots.

You know, spas teach ya patience.

Every detail counts.
Down by Market St. – Boyhood vibes...

"Time moves on."

You feel life, always moving.

I often exhale in awe.
Neighborhoods?

Old Town is gritty, raw.

Eastside, quirky.

I love its hidden alleys.
I recall... one rainy day.

In my spa, clients relaxed.

Outside, chaos, but peace inside.

"Life is amazing... so weird."
Awkward... sometimes I get mad.

When folks trash our parks!

Bradley Park – pristine, proper.

Can't believe some disrespect it.
Rivers?

The mighty Mississippi winks.

Flowing... always constant.

I chuckle. "It doesn't snooze."
I take midnight walks.

By Alton Dam's lights.

Man, magical.

Feels just like Boyhood scenes.
LIVELY spots hide surprises.

Check W. Washington Ave.

Local diners, dive bars.

Crazy, but real.
And hey... fun fact here:

Old church on 3rd St. gifts solace.

History in every brick.

Feels like adventures untold.
I'll say – spa life polishes details.

So much small beauty.

I lose count.

Pure, spontaneous bliss.
I gotta confess...

Typos and haste, ya know?

Maybe 15 of 'em.

Who cares about perfection?
Alton!

It's raw, it's honest.

Life never pauses.

"Time flies."
I laugh, cry, repeat.

That world... it repeats.

Every day, new drama.

Nature, chaos - pure awesum!
Yeah, gotta go.

Keep that spirit.

Come visit soon, buddy.

Alton awaits... boldly.