Two chairs in the outer Sunset on a foggy day

Just sitting there, as chairs so often do.

Sitting out in the Avenues in San Francisco on a foggy day, waiting for someone to come along and take a seat and think of something worthwhile to do with his or her life.

And when someone finally comes and takes a seat, that someone waits for someone else to come along to take the other seat. And when that someone takes a seat, the two sit silently for a long time.

One of them imagines he is sitting in the Thai restaurant of his soul, waiting for the hot coconut-milk soup he ordered to be brought to his table by a beautiful Thai woman; the other wonders why there aren't more trees on 23rd between Lincoln and Irving.

Both of them at a time and in a place when they don't care what other people think of what they're doing with their lives, happy to sit for awhile, each on a yellow chair, before moving on.