San Francisco itself

Yesterday, I had San Francisco all to myself.

The silence was spotless.

The city noise had come apart at the seams.

Walking alone, it felt that if I walked too fast I'd fall down and if I walked too slowly I'd come to the end of things as I'd once known them.

When I came across another person the beginning of a conversation was the best I could do, for now.

I'm looking forward to tomorrow and hope to see you there, whoever you are. 

Baker Beach, San Francisco, 11 a.m., March 18, 2020. Photo by author.