52 weeks of happy 2/52

Who said they had to be 52 weeks in a row, right?

  • The cool air, clear light and the soft buzz of the wind on my morning bike commute.
  • Seeing the San Francisco skyline at night as I drive down from Twin Peaks
  • The smell of slowly roasting tomatoes, thyme and balsamic vinegar for tomorrow’s lentil lunch.


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