One consistency about San Francisco is the absolute lack of rain during our dry season, April through October. So the big storm this weekend was a thrilling Big Event. Over the dry season, dust and grime settles in a beige layer all over everything and when the first rains wash all of that off, we’re universally delighted to see the crisp clean colors. Especially since the sunshine out here is unusually brilliant. Sun so bright the shadows look like they’re cut with an xacto blade.
Super Agent Fred and I spent this dazzling afternoon in the most aimless way possible, coffee and manicures; absolutely the best way to celebrate such spectacular weather.