walking

The best part of my weekend was Saturday simply in walking through the city. The sky was blue, the air was warm and I was not stuck behind a desk simply to look at it. I walked, breathed in the ocean air, heard the sounds of traffic, pedestrians on cell phones, smells & energy of Chinatown, the bustling craze of shoppers around Union Square, the attempts of a gallery monitor trying to sell me some high priced art. I walked, up and over one of SF's glorious hills, I came home ready to rest, until a friend called who wanted to walk some more. Up stairs, down stairs, into hidden residential alleys, taking in views, and reading of the neighborhood's history. And if I thought my legs were done for the day I was wrong for then it was on to dancing. That didn't last too long, my legs didn't have much left in them after all the hills & stairs. Who would have thought walking could be such a delight. For a while I thought it was just me, but a friend of mine had the exact same sentiment later that day. This is a beautiful city to walk in.

On Sunday it rained, and before it poured, I still looked for the chance to walk.