Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

I’m not gloomy, mind you. I love the ocean breeze from the tracks high above, wave after wave, swoosh and swoosh and swoosh, and the glittering sunlight reflecting on the street. I’m holding a drink in one hand and a good read in the other, sunglasses, t-shirt, naked feet and all. There’s a faint tune in the background … Zou bisou bisou … Can you hear it?

After all, didn’t Allen Frances say at dinner last night that there had never been a better time to be in this city than now? And while I’m sitting here enjoying the view, Al is already on a flight back to San Diego, California. Fare you well, my friend!