Thursday, September 15, 2016

Summertime Blues

The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.
- Mark Twain

I know, it's after Labor day and summer is coming to end, but here in San Francisco we wait patiently in the fog for summer to end so our indian summer can begin. This year, not so much. Feels like Karl the Fog is nice and comfy wrapping himself around the city.

Bottom of the Sea

One ought to sink to the bottom of the sea, probably, and live a lone with one's words.
- Virginia Woolf