If I wasn't so ill and my brain wasn't so fuzzed out on Claritin, sinus medicine, Natural Homeopathic Tree Pollen, and Throat Comfort Tea. I would have woken up this morning, maybe earlier than I did, and saw the light in the alley, memorizing the pitch and hue, as a time of year in this city. I would certainly think about all the stuff I have to back and pack and let go of in San Francisco tomorrow. This huge change of events I've rolled into order. I've been a constant visitor to this city for five years now. Travelling from wherever I live to spend months here to work. I can't think about it anymore, it is too much energy, all of it. San Francisco is this, incase you were wondering, a gorgeous place to visit. And love and wish for. It has a produce isle which puts the rest of the country's to shame. A cleansing cold ocean year round. And maybe, a friend, or two, who’ll embrace you at your darkest and really don't care how many times you have to pull over on the side of the road to smell the Eucalyptus.
I’m flying to San Francisco tomorrow.
Packing my stuff
Saying my good-byes
Driving to Denver
Picking up Simon
And moving to New York