Though summer, the morning were full of fog and chill, air frigid and damp, we strolled from the hotel with warm coffee and scarfs, into San Francisco's Chinatown.
Past the gates and up and down the hills, we paused to pose and laugh. Cable cars ring. Trucks deliver. Old men in the markets point and talk low.
We feed ourselves by a second floor window. One of those large open Chinese joints with the round tables and white clothes and stale tea in tiny porcelain cups.
Feel as though you've been there before, feel as though you've seen so much, feel as though you forget and forgive and so much time has passed that what's the point of holding onto anything from the past. Let it go. Laugh and let it all go.
There's too much else to live for.
Keep smiling. If magically someone smiles back, taste them with your teeth.