A Ride To The Park

Since I’ve returned to San Francisco I’ve done little. For several days, the neighbors house was as far as I got away from home, or perhaps I’d get as far as the nearby gas station. Today, however, was a different day. Sunny, gorgeous, warm. And when I say warm I mean when you stand in the sun, you had the potential of sweating if it weren’t for a steady breeze keeping your brow dry. I decided to take the opportunity while I had it to ride my bike and read a book. I rode to Balboa Park and took BART to 24th & Mission St. station and rode to Dolores Park. The park wasn’t full but it wasn’t empty either. Probably several hundred people leisuring about in the sun, hula hooping, playing tennis, walking dogs, smoking weed, napping, doing all sorts of things any normal person would do in a park. Except for one guy who was balancing on the top of a park bench and dancing about on it. He did it for a while too. I read a few chapters of my book (Demian by Herman Hesse) and lounged about in the grass before riding back to the BART station. A pleasant change from sitting at my computer.