From the Window

From the Window, originally uploaded by camille94019.

I can see the Bay Bridge, and the buildings of the City. I can hear the busses going down the street, the wind rustling the trees. If I listen closely I can hear the call of the trains and a baby crying in the distance. I have a vague desire to throw the caballero's black guitar out the window, just like the Cake song (if I threw my guitar out the window...). I am not sure he'd miss it, but maybe the neighbors would complain. A fog bang looms threateningly over the skyline. When I was a child, I'd see that perpetual fogbank to the west and assume it was Japan.