Hot Brissie night; a trestler by the River

It's hot. And humid. And a walk by the River must be had. At the only time of day it's sensible to do this; evening. So we stroll, my love and I. And a gold moon rises, easing itself above the treeline; a golden Being breathed upward. Suddenly I'm tickled into irreverent play...the walkway rail sings to me. A perfect prop and partner in my exuberance. Ardha Chandrasana -with the Chandra, and an errant City Cat zooms the water; Parsvottanasana and Trikonasana become a moon worship....and Utthita Hasta Padangustasana becomes...take off!

Props really are everywhere. Let me know where you  find them...