San Francisco-Hallelujah

I'm back in SF. May the food fetishism begin again. Cheers to the bi-racial babies followed by forty-something moms at the teaming Saturday farmer's market. Hello to the hum of a crowd watching sixteen candles in Dolores Park on a windy summer's eve. Hello to boom boxes on bicycles. Here's to feeling guilty to waste a perfect day inside, and equally guilty to be outside playing. May I have a tiny apartment lined with books and spend the day fog watching from my bay window.