It was raining in San Francisco a few days ago. It wasn’t poring, it was just steadily draining down from the sky, drenching everything. As I walked through Union Square Park I saw, perched on a railing, a line of bedraggled pigeons. They were soaked through and looked utterly miserable. They all had their heads hunched down into their shoulders in the same way we do in the rain. As if cringing from the drops will make us less wet.
Post 599 - April 17, 2024
Post 599 - April 17, 2024
Post 599 - April 17, 2024
It was raining in San Francisco a few days ago. It wasn’t poring, it was just steadily draining down from the sky, drenching everything. As I walked through Union Square Park I saw, perched on a railing, a line of bedraggled pigeons. They were soaked through and looked utterly miserable. They all had their heads hunched down into their shoulders in the same way we do in the rain. As if cringing from the drops will make us less wet.