It’s cold. I’m talking winter cold in San Francisco, and I don’t like it one bit. Summer my rump! San Francisco is like that bipolar friend who you have fun with but can’t trust. What I wouldn’t give to be sweating on a beach right now…
WIth the sun nowhere in sight, Blake and I decided to try and snap a few photos to see how they’d turn out. On days like today, all I feel like doing is bundling up in my apartment with a nice glass of wine. Red wine is my saving grace on days like today. Indian Summer, I’ll be waiting for you… and you better be good this year, or else I am moving to the tropics!
OK, sorry for complaining, I got carried away. It’s really not that bad! And I do love my city. Though, isn’t it funny how everything seems better after a good glass of wine? ♥