Instead of vintage me, I'll show you a less personal vintage item. The chipped French coffee bowl with a frothy cappuccino from the French-style cafe in San Francisco, La Boulange, where I spent many an hour with notebook and pen.
It seems so long ago already, that trip. Sidewalk cafes, long city walks, cool wind and moist air. But I'm happy to be home again, beginning to process the experience in various ways. And so far I've kept my vow to not commit to any freelance work for a while longer - hopefully until the end of the year.