It’s the sound I wake up to on these particular days— the clunk of metal punished by falling objects, the rising sound of the monsters breath, pulling forward and collecting methodically down the street. In time it is gone, moved on to the next block. I stare down the window and see the men in armor set up their ladders against the tower next door. They climb up, then down. They carry serpents that spew water. This street, Tuesdays mornings.
An invitation to be in the moment
This morning we decided on a spontaneous trip to Baker Beach with our two-year-old son.
Our city by the bay is done with Summer. That summertime fog that we wake up to is no more.
Homeward bound after a month in the USA
One day-One Hour- One Minute- It will happen. It is inevitable. Except it already has.
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If you live in San Francisco, you know to avoid Eddy and Leavenworth Street... *stab*
Wrote this the day after the attacks in Paris but was reminded of it this morning when I read the news about the bombing in Turkey
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