Re: A Thread for Random Musings
It was Saturday morning in San Francisco. A thick layer of fog covered the city, as it usually did in the early morning. I'd rather have stayed home, but I had business to finish, so I found myself pounding my feet against the pavement. The wind was cold, and it made me glad I had my trenchcoat and fedora to keep me warm.
The road took me to one of the ritzy parts of town. Tudor-style homes predominated, although quite a few had a more Mediterranean flavor. Shady trees and multi-colored flowers covered the lawns. It's as if I stepped into one of those story books I used to read as a kid. Of course, I'm sure the people who stay here don't exactly lead fairy-tale lives. But that's none of my business, and no one is paying me to find out anyway.
I try to keep a low profile in places like this, as some folks get suspicious of scruffy-looking outsiders. Having forgotten to shave, I looked even scruffier than normal. But I knew these streets; I've walked them countless times already, so I know which places to avoid, and where it's okay to pass through, as long as you don't snoop around too conspicuously.
It was unusually busy for a Saturday morning. The sidewalks were mostly empty, but a lot of automobiles drove past me. I heard the propeller of an aeroplane overhead, but the fog hid it from view. I passed a few people, but most of them didn't want to stop and say hello. Never mind; I was almost at my destination, and it was time to get to work.