Tuesday, September 22, 2009

with a flower in my hair

San Francisco was like a dream of the bluest sky and the bluest water and the most perfect stillwarm breeze that ran up my spine and tossed my hair into the sunshine and held it there and I didn't stop smiling once.


Martha said...

oh my wordd. san francisco, will you be mine!?

Petra said...

holy god it is kind of ridiculous how much i miss you

in other news, i am glad you had such a good time in sanfran. maybe your future home?