I will be back, SF.
You’d better be. (That’s what the city keeps saying.)
Every step on the sidewalk, every hiss of a Muni bus, every cooing pigeon and calling gull, every wave breaking at Sutro Baths says “I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you….”
The bridge creaks “I miss you.” The foghorns are sobbing. Lombard is twisted and aching.
Come back soon.
(Source: mortal-compass)

