Golden Gates
I've returned to the golden path.... which has landed me in San Francisco.
the Path,
where I met Josaya, a turkish belly dancer standing on the side of the road by Stenson beach, smoking a clove cigarette and sticking her thumb out.
And where I met Peter the sailor who's living his dream, and who's sail boat proved a fantastic place to view the hills of diamonds surrounding the Sausilitto harbor on a cold and crisp saturday night.
And now, a reunion with Constant Change, the magician from earth dance who seems determined not to be another hitchhiker.
the Path,
where I met Josaya, a turkish belly dancer standing on the side of the road by Stenson beach, smoking a clove cigarette and sticking her thumb out.
And where I met Peter the sailor who's living his dream, and who's sail boat proved a fantastic place to view the hills of diamonds surrounding the Sausilitto harbor on a cold and crisp saturday night.
And now, a reunion with Constant Change, the magician from earth dance who seems determined not to be another hitchhiker.