hot summer days, I still love the mid50° foggy summer days. I mostly stand alone but that is fine. As long as I have my coffee, the weather truly could be whatever it wants.
On this morning
I yelled 'HOLA' to my buddy that hoses down the bar big plastic mats, which was funny because I was at that bar, the night before with my girlfriend for an evening drink.
He said 'hola, chica' without even looking at me. He knows the bike bell.
I chatted with an older beautiful man reading the paper. He said that I could have one of the sections so I could catch on local events. The photography quality was fascinating, he said.
I thought that was sweet. He was wearing the most pristine crisp white linen shirt. What attention to detail I thought, I was for once too slow to ask him to take his picture, I'm sure if it was post-coffee, I would have no troubles asking him so.
Right about then, this sweet guy rolls up on his bike and greets everyone good morning. Nice. We chat a bit over bikes and how this morning has been. Nice.
Off I go to work, and off goes last week.
Good early bird times, San Francisco. Don;t turn the fog machine off please.