But in the midst of the hectic, I still make my way to my easily-loved and easy-favorite SF spots. Like Stinson. And sometimes this is enough.
Blame it on Spotify shuffle (Aerosmith, yep), or blame it on my need to just do a quick photo dump and then return to work, but I feel like time really is flying by and in the midst of blinking and breathing, things are here and then gone. Much too quickly. Where did Thanksgiving go? Was it only August when I first moved here? I kind of just want things to slow down...
But in the midst of the hectic, I still make my way to my easily-loved and easy-favorite SF spots. Like Stinson. And sometimes this is enough.
But in the midst of the hectic, I still make my way to my easily-loved and easy-favorite SF spots. Like Stinson. And sometimes this is enough.