i couldn't sleep..
there was a party going on somewhere in the building until the wee hours..
i couldn't sleep..
i got up and went for a walk..
there are more people out in the early morning than i ever expected.
things i noticed..
i didn't bring anything with me except 5 $ and my keys.
just me and the pavement
the sweet smell of the french/italian bakery
the chinese ladies picking up cans off grant st.
the many cigarette butts outside the bars
people cleaning all the bars out
water soaked sidewalks
fresh cool air
how desolate broadway is when the strip clubs aren't open
the look of the bay bridge against fog soaked clouds
people swimming
people fishing
vendors getting ready for the farmers market rush
sunflowers
daisies
ladies with baskets and bags
lettuce
juicy peaches
the crowds coming in
people running
the girl with the earphones rocking out
the one lonesome piece of broccoli on the sidewalk
the firemen washing their truck
the homeless man sleeping in camoflauge - i could still see him
the woman with the greyhound who wanted to run but couldn't
the security guy watching over cupid's arrow
the guy i kept passing and running into
the san francisco hearts
me in the window
the wooden steps on filbert
the smell of rotten vegetables
flies
hunger
my neighbor waiting with his surfboard
home at last..
i think i'll take a nap.