Currently missing.
The fogs of Ballard: a cold, gray hug. Weather methadone for missing another city.
If you’re into that sort of thing, sure.
Currently summering in Cloud City. We dress in white, must watch where we step, but it’s quite the adventure. Wish you were here.
This one goes out to The Tens.
That’s my girl, San Francisco.
Dear City Hall,
Seeing as how we’re never going to get a proper moment to sit together in the sun, I took the liberty of procuring for you a fudgsicle from the liquor store adjacent to the library. Enjoy it, and imagine a warmer future.
Signed,
Your Neighbor
Number of tourists in shorts: all of them. But the schadenfreude is theirs to enjoy once they return home to Summeristan, land of non-ironic July pool parties.