…and as I ran my hand along the glassy rail the crystal drops danced up and over the back of my hand splashing down into the deep unsettling murk of the mossy bay.
The sleeve of my hoodie was soaked. I was uncomfortable. Helplessly pitched and rocked by the motion of the boat. Exposed on the deck in the irritating mist. It was still better than being inside. Having been outclassed consistently for the last two hours I was unwilling to go back in and brave the paper cuts of any more passing aggression.
I was two-thirds drunk. Vacillating between self indulgent meloncholy and moments of breathtaking panic brought on by complete loss of self confidence. I’d already talked to all the people that I had a passing connection with and now, if I lingered near them, clinging to the warm milky strands of our nascent friendship, I was in danger of becoming a bore.
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.
Top 10 Things To Do In San Francisco
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
In Search of Color