nothing but flowers

Spring is shaping up to be a wonderful season in San Francisco. Leave work a little on the late side, climb up the hill in the cool sunshine to an empty vietnamese restaurant overlooking Portsmouth Square. Watch the kids play and eat tasty bun with lemon grass chicken. Talk about plans or lack thereof. Walk home in the gloaming with the Talking Heads easing the climb up up up to the tippy top of the hill. Breathe in the air and relax on the way down down down into the comfort of my comfy chair in the big picture window and a good book. Today, I love the Spring.