Tuesday, March 11, 2008

my city

Tonight when I got off work I jaywalked across O'Ferrill then Powell, as per usual. It was windy, but not cold and the light was reddish from the scattered neon lights and stop lights, and fewer people than usual roamed the street. 

A man stood in front of the hat shop on the corner playing the saxophone. He wasn't very good, but what he lacked in talent he made up for with soul. 

It was the perfect music for a beautiful night in my favorite city.

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