Spring has arrived in San Francisco. As I sit in the sun at a roof garden next to my namesake blooms, the sun kneads my shoulders with warm fingers and I tune out the sound of the city on the streets below. The sky is soft blue and I gave away at the high rises around me.
I am breathing deeply and knitting a sock and admiring my jewelry flashing in the sun.
Knitting provides the ease of distraction of a busy day. My mind wanders as my fingers create perfect tiny stitches, a sock for foggy nights grows in my hands.
In my purse is a warm scarf for later tonight, but for now the sun and knitting is lulling my nerves and filling me with peace.