Orinda compares to an English town.
Shadows cast on paper by the warm sunlight. DUTCH COCOA POWDER.
Loud lovers on Bart. Morning meet up at King's coffeeshop on Clayton Road, the old gang always eager to talk life and other bullshit of their standards. In their corner, it's a pleasing sight for friendships-- or perhaps strangers finding consensus in maple bars and chocolate French curlers.
This is California. Oakland and fog. There are palm trees here. Even in December. That's when they flourish.