some flowers

Most of the time out here, I'd miss New York. I'd miss the gloomy streets lined with ginormous steel and glass. I'd miss the worsening fall and winter weather, the hats, the boots, the umbrellas. California would just mock me with its glaring sun, bright houses, and forever blooming trees. It may be silly, but my heart would be heavy from the cheerful crowds of San Francisco.

Until I discovered this song:




Now this makes me forget any grudge I might've held against the city and put flowers in my hair. Yes, I know once I'm gone, I'll miss this unique hippie place.