I fell in love in San Francisco. It was on this one particularly foggy day when the sun just hid behind the clouds. It seemed to show itself only every so often. I was a wondering wonderer and I was a discovering discoverer. I was curious and I was left caught in a moment. It was a moment of pure joy. Ya know, those moments that seem to come about twice a year or maybe four or five times if you're really lucky. I might not be but that day and on that beach, it was my moment. It's almost as if I could feel it coming and I just ran for it; I booked it and didn't turn back. I'd like to say that the sun was shining in my face but it wasn't.. and that's why it was so perfect. I walked along the icy cold shore of a cold beach. It almost felt like a dream.. a daze.. a natural high. I feel this pull of the beach, the shore, as though I'm meant for it. I've always had this ambition to sail and have my own sail boat and live on my own sail boat. There's just something about sailing that has my heart. So you can imagine what being on the edge of that shore does to me. I miss it even now..
Last week San Francisco was mine:)
