San Francisco: the weather patterns
Rain--Sunshine--Sunshine--Cold--Rain--Rain--Rain--Sunshine--Sunshine--Sunshine.
This city is filled with so much life. It's odd: it possesses a number of qualities which mirror those of Vancouver's. It comes as no surprise, then, that I almost feel at home. It isn't as though my agenda is filled with outrageous to-do lists (or have-done lists, for that matter), but waking up to the sight and smell of being content isn't a rare occurrence. Today's just one of those days during which the sun is reflected off the otherwise-bland concrete, my eyes water due to the sun's rays, and I lighten up. Whether or not this is because I'm imagining what it would be like to take advantage of the fat kid with asthma on a conveyor belt, I don't know.
I'll be easier on you.
This city is filled with so much life. It's odd: it possesses a number of qualities which mirror those of Vancouver's. It comes as no surprise, then, that I almost feel at home. It isn't as though my agenda is filled with outrageous to-do lists (or have-done lists, for that matter), but waking up to the sight and smell of being content isn't a rare occurrence. Today's just one of those days during which the sun is reflected off the otherwise-bland concrete, my eyes water due to the sun's rays, and I lighten up. Whether or not this is because I'm imagining what it would be like to take advantage of the fat kid with asthma on a conveyor belt, I don't know.
I'll be easier on you.