In a new city, you notice more. Maybe your senses are on high alert, taking in, filtering out what is most essential for your experience.
They were a tall family of red heads. Not strawberry blondes, not gingers, not auburn headed, but a vibrant orange haired family. And they were everywhere. At first I though that they were following me, later I knew different.
On the top level of the double-decker bus
and at Alcatraz
There they were again at
Lombard St, the crookedest
street in the city.
and at meals everywhere....
By the time we met at the Golden Gate Bridge, we took each other's photographs as they tried to tame their flyaway hair.
Because in the end, we realized after following each other around in a new city, that we are all connected. By luck, by fate, by choice.
They were a tall family of red heads. Not strawberry blondes, not gingers, not auburn headed, but a vibrant orange haired family. And they were everywhere. At first I though that they were following me, later I knew different.
On the top level of the double-decker bus
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| Union Square, SF |
They waited patiently in the line for the cable cars,
and when we finally got on, they took turns hanging on the outside running board.
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Lombard St, the crookedest
street in the city.
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| Embarcadero |
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| Lori's Diner |
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| Ferry Plaza Farmers Market |
and at meals everywhere....
By the time we met at the Golden Gate Bridge, we took each other's photographs as they tried to tame their flyaway hair.
Because in the end, we realized after following each other around in a new city, that we are all connected. By luck, by fate, by choice.
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