San Francisco Nights: A Prelude

It's fall in The City and I've fallen into The City of my birth, City of Mirth. The stubborn sun, a willful wind, and this, the gum splats on the streets, we, writers.

I've returned. it was never really home so I can go home again. I've come to the base of this hill, the corner of living and working, and working at living.


(foto by JavierLuis)