California girls...

Awoke this morning by the soft patter of rain above my head. Lying in bed with the muted light of an early hour, low clouds clinging to Tamalpais Valley. This soft unhurried rain feels tropical, patient in the freefall. It'll come down all day just like this.

As i reheat yesterday's coffee i look out toward my car and watch the dust and dirt wash away. Yesterday's travels took me through Donner Pass, the roads ragged with ruts from heavy trucks and chains biting into the asphalt. Along the median and between lanes mounds of a copious brown snow full of rocks and gravel among other things. And being the small crippled sedan at a funeral pace, i was constantly abaft rigs kicking this shit awash the windshield.

Nearing the bay area, two lanes turned to seven. I knew i was getting close. Cars began following by feet almost in askance of a good rear-end job. And a fine smell of eucalyptus pulled in through an open window. I parked outside my friend's house north of the bridge, took my bicycle down from it's rack and washed it with a garden hose. Pedaled through Mill Valley and San Rafael along the water's edge of San Francisco Bay.

Over the bridge and into the city. I passed a hundred beautiful Asian tourists looking puerile and excited with cameras and maps in their hands. Oh my lord this city is full of beautiful women! I took the Presidio and Masonic speeding along with the cars, reading quasi-progressive witful bumperstickers through Goldengate Park toward my brother's house. I felt good, dissolved in the anonymity of a city.