Learn From It

I had mentioned a while back, to Sam, that we had no real privacy from the world. Some of that, of course, is lacking because of this very blog, but I like to think that privacy involves choice. One chooses what is private and what may be shared.

I remember telling Sam that I wish we had a place that was our own. I was speaking mostly metaphorically, but when you live in San Francisco, nothing is strictly metaphor. Thoughts made manifest and all that hokey subjective reality stuff here at the end of the Rainbow.

So yesterday, Sam took me to a place he'd wanted to take me for a while (no, besides the DV antics) yesterday afternoon. He made me recline the car seat and cover my eyes as he drove. I had some sense of where we might be headed, not because I thought about it, but because nothing is straight and flat (thank the goddess) in San Francisco. Up and down, turn, veer, lean left or right, that sort of thing.

It was a foggy and cold afternoon here, but San Francisco gave us interlucent glimpses periodically, and between him and me right there in the newly-christened “Our Place” was a certain lambent quality that left us feeling anything but cold or socked in.

These are the times and this is the kind of life I need, the kind I strive to lead.

...and no, I'm not saying where this place is. That's nun ya bizzzzness.

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