I must be in California because there are lemon trees and sushi. And the leaves on a bunch of ordinary basil are the size of my hand.
I love the chilly, foggy, sunny energy of San Francisco. My skin smooths out, hair curls and thickens again, I feel younger in this place.
A simple walk to the organic grocery store a couple of blocks away is a workout up and down slanted sidewalks. The neighborhood yields an array of images and I'll share some because there's so much to tell that I am "bethumped by words" (Shakespeare) (read: too busy this week to sit quietly and find them).
And a friend watches my every move.
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