The new year rang in as a heat wave enveloping the city like a blanket of steamy wet towels. The only escape was air conditioning - the fabricated reality of a breezy autumn day in San Francisco. Open a window or the door to outside and bam - the thick soup of summer stagnation. Natures message to every living thing to slow down. Saunter not skip, crawl not race, shuffle not walk, doze, doze, doze the day away. Afternoons pass with little more activity than the low hum of a bird foraging the trees for a seed or two. The sun rises mercilessly early and long after it retires, the sidewalks steam with the radiant heat of the day. Crowds crowd the outside tables of ice cream shops until late in the evening - the only meal worth having. Lemon meringue, mango nectarine and tropical peach cones penetrate the dreams of every child and acquiescing adult. Time to siesta says the squirrel. Time to shut the shops and holiday says the faun swan. Flee to the playa if you can - or just cower inside by the stay alive machine pumping air into your cave. It's a new season and Mother says listen.
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