"Surf Wagon" from Sunday in the City by SFGirlByBay
Once when I was in my second year living in San Francisco, the weather took a happy turn towards sunshine and balmy temperatures. It was probably mid-April--but there's never any real way to tell with SF--it could have been February. It could have been May.
Anyway, it was balmy, and I was relatively carefree. I was good, back in those days, at shunning the concerns of homework, finances, and the still problematic question of When To Do My Laundry. So I wandered down Clement Street, and popped into one of my very favorite used-book stores for a quick peak.
In those days I couldn't walk into a book store without walking out with something. And in those days I wasn't interested in picture books. I was interested in Philosophy. And Big Thoughts. And Classics. You know: The Books That Are Now On The Very Bottom Shelf So That They Can Easily Be Boxed After My Next Trip To A Library Sale.
So, on that beautiful, bright, happy day, I walked out with Kierkegaard and Montaigne. Ha! Ha! It was perfect for the sunshine. (I never did read either of them.)