San Francisco

Good Morning

Walking home the other morning. I took a different route and was rewarded with a better view. Better than the view was the fact that I hadn’t gone this way in a long while and it all felt new to me, so much so that I couldn’t ignore the newness. I don’t get that very often here.

It’s not that cold here, but I can’t stop being cold. I don’t know how I ever survived on the east coast, running around in tank tops and biking through snow. It was a lifetime ago.

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