tonight the tremor of minds grew into a frenzy. there were people at every chair in the little cafe. i’d watched pigeons from the window all day. writting as they swirled. in walked laidies, mothers, children, men with glasses, trying to remember victory. solidarity, connecting to the pounding, swirling joy of being awake. acknowledging our passion for at least that much. I wrote of horrible things. I wrote of difficult people. we learn together. humbling ourselves to evolve. and that is the best sport metaphor i have. we gathering crescendo to the raise of an unlikely champion. a baseball game was played on large television above the doorway, against the blue peacock stained-glass window of Matching Half. the Giants Won the World Series. fun to be in San Francisco, fun to see Texas fall, sorry about Dallas. Let California, let San Francisco rise. For we came to this coastal clear light city, to tolerate greatness, to welcome the abundance of finding solutions, instead of looking to future generations to have to deal with our waste, innovation is everywhere, to deal with it now, it may even have the answers we’ve been looking for. Who does compost the most? San Francisco everyone in it. Nothing is solved, but a path is clear. so to all the people we see on the street, I say wooo! and Ariel is calling out like a unexpected reason for bliss is always welcome. walk Divisadero and call to cars, a mans face is so elated a true beam of orange and black sunshine. oranges grow here, like this day after Halloween, when apples are in season and jack 0 lanterns are remembering to be pumpkins are remembering to be pie. get creative with what no one thought was worth a damn. shine that plant towards that sun. blessings from San Francisco Home of the Giants.