Poem: Eve of Spring Season in San Francisco
...birds happily chirp or I'd say they sing and fly around excitingly.
The smell of fresh air, pretty flowers bloom and sun shinning bright in neighborhood.
Runners out running along the embarcadero as I watch them from the Muni T line on my way to work.
I continue to believe and have hope. I am constantly reminded to be inspired and to inspire.
Stay proud of who YOU are.
"To be interested in the changing seasons is . . . a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring."
— George Santayana