It was seventy-two degrees in San Francisco yesterday--on the last day of winter. Perfect excuse for me to take my writing to the Pacific coast once more. I had the pleasure of walking barefoot on hot sandy shores and basking in the mid-afternoon sun. Moments such as these, I find myself reflecting on how I ought to appreciate my current freedom. After all, how many people can actually say they spent their day at the beach writing poetry on a Wednesday in March?
No comments:
Post a Comment