Weather.com says that it’s only 59 in San Francisco right now. I don’t know if that’s an accurate reading for Treasure Island. Where I’m sitting, it feels much more like 70.
Where am I sitting? On my back patio. In my reclining canvas camping chair. I’m in shorts and a tank top. Slathered up with what’s left of last summer’s SPF 45. (I’m pale. What can I say?) There’s a slight breeze moving the trees. The grass is green. My plants, Rhonda, Lola, and Joni, are happy. Joni even has some flowers.
I have repurposed my cereal cannister to make sun tea.
I took a walk earlier, on the jogging path along the water. The bay is packed with sail boats, and you can see further than further. San Francisco, Sausalito, Richmond, Berkeley, Oakland, and further.
Maybe all I really needed was a little sunshine. Because, for the first time in awhile, I’m exactly where I want to be, and I’m not dreaming of running away.
Life doesn’t stink so bad after all.
And hey, aren’t my friends awesome. Isn’t my new boyfriend amazing?
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