san francisco
egg benedict breakfasts in small cafes, buildings emerged in fog, driving up existentially steep hills, moist umbrellas in doorways, erotic bonfires held at night, crushed cans in the early morning sand, swollen sea lions on rocks, tourists walking the golden gate bridge, enough traffic to make your father cry, victorian buildings squished together, certain rush of bodies, graffiti along alleyways and post boxes, hidden book shops between snotty markets, roads filled with prius taxis, apartments with embellished architecture, pier 39, cable cars, street musicians and magicians, stories of alcatraz island, ice creams donuts and churros, riding to work on your bike with your briefcase, Mr. Holmes Bakehouse, flower pots on window sills, sunday mornings watching sunrises on rooftops, black coffee brewing, commuting on the faerie, parades, and interviews in coffee shops.
/ang