Chapter 90: San Francisco — 1985 Dangerous Beauty

The day is beautiful. Cloud-castles rise from purple hills. Maples open tiny vibrant hand-shaped leaves searching for a celestial palmist. Spring breezes ruffle newspapers and lift girls’ skirts. Dogs frolic on leashes, straining to catch blowing papers. Squirrels scold from the leafing branches. The Castro is alive with couples of all persuasions and The Mystic Eye is open. The playful weather is good for business. With such beauty all around, it is easy to believe that the future will be bright. Surely under such skies, only happiness will come.