yesterday morning the fog was thick, so thick that the Golden Gate Bridge was nearly invisible as I crossed it on the back of a red motorcycle. it was windy. I didn't mind.
brunch, mimosas, coffee; hands in someone else's pockets while zooming around windy roads in Marin; soaring turkey vultures and views of Mount Tam. certain trees are still blushing.

later, Kari and I went to see The Man on the Train, the latest film by Patrice Leconte. It's a slow, gorgeously filmed story that I can't get out of my head. the actors were superb.
afterwards, we picked up some spicy food from Yum Yum and feasted (in my cozy Eastern European kitchen) with a lovely bottle of rouge.
just after midnight we indulged in a little after-dinner pear brandy, and I was writing something down, when my kitchen table- actually, my whole kitchen- swayed gently for a few moments.
gentle reminders from the universe.
wheee!