A short jaunt to San Francisco. Ate great Mexican food in a dangerous neighborhood. Watched sailing in an upper crust area. All of the San Franciscans where happy sun worshiping during the hot, clear blue sky weekend.
April is here and David Bryne Sings ,"Now did I get here" in various volumes in my head. The hopes and fears of January turned into the characters of February who survived the waters of March and are popping their heads up now. Onward and forward moving into the heart, light and growth of spring. I hear the birds celebrating outside.
