The hills of San Francisco sprawled out before me. The number of girls in leggings and european garb were innumerable. Brown suede boots stomped over cable car tracks and languages from somewhere in my distant memory were spoken freely on the street in front of me. The taxis honked, the smells overwhelmed and my legs had the same sore feeling that i lived with for an entire summer.
Oh dear lord. I've fallen in love. Again.
The beer is good. The coffee is cheap. The people are interesting to watch. There's no snow. That's about all I need.