San Francisco CA
Home on the Range
I chose the Ocean, and my brother the Mountains.
From time to time I’ll think back on this day.
I ran down the path. I had been here before and knew the way.
Call shotgun babe, and we can bust out of this popsicle stand.
The wind was only whispering. And somewhere to the north, a hawk circled above a mouse. The fish had a laugh at our attempts to trick them, then disappeared to the bottom. No matter, we had salami, and beans. That night the fire and friends were warm, and my tent felt especially like home.