Haight Street and open windows

My calves ache today.
My greatest hope is that I walk as much as I did yesterday, everyday.
I'll be down to my slim and trim college jeans in no time.
Yesterday we decided that we loved Haight Ashbury.
Of course we would, it's like living in a history book.

We looked at an apartment a few steps from a costume shop
and an outdoor restaurant
and the most wonderful little dog park where rottweilers and weiner dogs
frolicked in collective happiness.
We met a cocker spaniel named Mia.
I fed her some of the croissant I had hidden in my bag.
I could see my own dogs in that field and I felt easy.

Later, Brent and I hung out in the bathroom of our hotel room.
We're on the 14th floor over looking downtown and for some reason
the locks on our window is busted.
It's a big window right next to the tub,
so we've been opening and listening to the street musicians
and Brent bought his guitar
so he sang to me with his songs floating out the window.
I requested all my favorites
and admired the way his lips curl when he sings.
I couldn't even hide the pleasure in my face.
He looked so beautiful with the late afternoon light falling across him.

Both of our bodies are still adjusting to the time difference
and we ate dinner at what would be 11pm on the east coast.
We met up with some friends and I took them to Belden Place.
It's this little alley in between two buildings,
ball lights were strung from building to building above our heads
and we had 5 little restaurants all with al fresco dining to choose from.

We decided on the southern italian restaurant.
Our food was incredible and they gave us the most delicious bottle of chianti
at half the menu price.
They brought us complimentary tiramisu, the best i've ever tasted.
and our waiter, in his heavy italian accent said
“because you are the nicest table I've had all night”

I fell asleep early.
Dreaming of bay windows and dogs in fields and city buses.
Even as I sit in bed this morning, with disheveled hair and sleepy eyes,
I can barely lay still. The anticipation of this city
and all it holds for us,
stirs me to wake.
The city waits.

M