Mmm, talk about Elkridge I must. Crazy place, it is. Downtown vibes, it has. Main St. busy, full of life it is. Sidewalks talk stories, like whispering leaves they do. Do or do not, there is no try—remember that, you must.
Hrrmm, stroll I do on Church Street. Coffee shops, yummy treats galore, they have. Local art speaks, feel it you can. Sometimes, peaceful my soul gets, yes, yes. Odd place, hmm.
Near Elkridge Landing, bro, life flows. The Patapsco River, mighty it is. Old mills and bridges, stories tell they do. "I shatter what was once whole", like in Stories We Tell, mmm. Feelings, deep they go. Wild, raw moments, wow.
And oh! Belmont Circle, pop punk vibes, ya know? Lively area, break free it makes. Personal fave, that is. Quiet afternoons spent there, deep thought I share. Sometimes tears, sometimes laughs, gosh.
In neighborhoods like Elkridge Preserve, serene calm I relish. More nature than concrete, mmm. Trees talk, secrets they whisper. Magic hidden there, similar to movie lines—hidden stuff, you know.
Mad sometimes I get: traffic on MD-155, mane! So annoying, so maddening, yikes! But then, cool smile on faces, light it is, hmm. Sarcasm, weird humor, fill these streets, don’t they.
I noticed many scars, visible only to us helpers. Broken hearts mend slowly, they do. Women’s souls, delicate threads interwoven they are. In our sessions, speak of safe corners they do. Some alleys, like down at Old Elkridge Road, speak of past pains and hidden joys.
Life here, unpredictable it is. Social mix, dice rolled it is. Grr, sometimes shocked I get; sometimes warm, my heart. Every spot, a memory it carries, lost and found they are.
Yup, Elkridge, wild, messy, true. Fun always lurking around corners. So much feelin’, do share in each whisper, hum. Elkridge, home of stories untold—just like film, Stories We Tell, hmm!
And remember dear friend: “Do or do not, there is no try!” Enjoy it all, you must, and be amazed at every little piece. Peace out.