Ice Cream Parlor Chair, 2012
Dad bought me this chair, the other one too, but not the shadow.
Today is Sunday. It's still morning, but almost not. I comb tangles from my wet hair while listening to the radio. Garrison Keillor sings about farmers. I glimpse a bright blue sky through the slats in the blinds. The forecast for today is sunny with a high of 75 degrees.
Yesterday the cafe played good music while I waited, so I stayed a while. There was a show of sorts, at the park near the library. I was the only person there, something unheard of in most of the San Francisco parks I know, particularly this park, especially on a Saturday, late morning. Helicopter insects hovered in the sunshine between two evergreen trees. A tiny yellow-bellied bird flitted around making the sweetest sounds. Then I spotted a perfect spider's web complete with a petite hairy brown spider at its center. Just before I departed I watched a hummingbird poke his needle nose into slim red trumpet-like flowers, one after another, patiently visiting each one.
There is good in this world.