yeah San Francisco is great. born and raised in the Bay and it's always seem fantastic for me. but getting older, the veil is lifted, and the weather-- kinda sucks.
it'd be alright if it were consistent, and not sporadically switch up with clouds or fog or dropped temperatures by 10 degrees. all in all, it's seasonal-- cold when it's winter and fucking HOT when it's springtime. but summertime and fall switch places, usually, like some contracted spite for the people who live out here. i'm only making a fuss because you're never prepared with the right clothes is all i'm saying.
it's seemingly warm outside now, writing this from USF. but in a few minutes the fog might burst in or the heat'll turn up so intense due to low winds-- or none at all. especially as a commuter from the East Bay, i changed outfits last minute from a skirt to jeans and now the skirt would have made sense right about now. damn.
but thank God for the warmth today, or for being warm when i still got out here in a light top and cardi. sunshine really does do it for people. it feels like a different entity too from the suburbs or countryside. sunny urbanism is like, to me, shelves-- shelves stacked with stores and restaurants and countless activities you want to tackle under your sunglasses and a grin. but when i woke up this morning, the sun brightened the sky to a lush pale blue over the treetops of my neighborhood on the outskirts of a mountain which i can see from my window-- you don't want to do anything than just let the heat hit your shoulder and sit outside and sniff the air that smells damp in a nice, mineral way.
it doesn't really matter whatever the hell i'm saying in this post, but sun is sun and it just sets the mood for all the right ways-- even when i've gotten on the wrong clothes.