I've been wearing my red boots often, but I won't be clicking my heels together for some time.
I wonder when the colors will dull and the sand in my hourglass will run out?
Perhaps, this path is the golden one?
Yesterday, I went to a yoga class, at a store called Lucy's (basically a Lululemon competitor). The store has an outdoor patio, where we lied on our backs under the morning sun. Above our heads, lemons hung from a tree, birds were buzzing from flower to flower, and several humming birds, parrots, and sea gulls flew across the azure sky.
After class I went on a hike with the fabric store heir. He picked me up in his car, and we headed across the Golden Gate Bridge to Marin. We hiked a popular path out there called the Tennessee Valley (pictured above). You start inland, and work your way towards the water (featured below).
He came prepared with water bottles, fruit, and cliff bars. It was kinda cute, but I think I would have preferred a bottle of wine and chocolate. Beggars can't be choosers (as they say). His company was nice, but I'm still unsure of any significant feelings. I'm going out with him again for dinner some time, so we'll see how it goes.
Coming home I was famished and exhausted. When he dropped me off, I went to eat at a nearby french cafe (that I have frequented 4x this week already), I saw there was something going on at the park. Turned out 'Amelie' was showing for free at 8! I ran home, changed into warmer clothes, and came back to claim a spot. A few hours later my room mates (who I enjoyed getting to know a little better the night before) arrived.
This Emerald city is my American Dream.
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