when you step with a sister, they go sixty at a time.

my sister and i walked from my place all the way across the golden gate bridge and back today. the ultimate trek for a perfect sunday. looking down from the span's center was as terrifying as it was when i did it years ago, but so exhilarating. perfect. perfect day.

the zest is back the sky is blue.

clearly marina - fort mason-ish - sf, ca

i feel like that stella who got her groove back. i lost my fun for a few weeks, but i found it in a hot-quick way. have an excellent saturday.

hard shadows and a stand in line.

my neighborhood at sundown - union street - nb - sf, ca

i need a mantra, but i'm worried that i'm spending far too much time in my own head.

the clouds look like jellyfish.

kites in flight - marina green - sf, ca

i wish daylight savings were reversed--that the timekeepers, whomever they might be, would give the evening hours a bit of consideration. haven't they realized how lovely it is to leave work at seven with the sun just beginning to set? i don't recognize this six o'clock before me.