The Wabi-Sabi Writer

Summer in this city, is not the sunny warm (or hot) season where locals pack parks and beaches or crowd sidewalk cafes late into the night.   As Twain discovered  - the coldest winter I ever spent was summer in San Francisco -   it is notoriously cool, windy and oft cloaked in thick fog.   Tourists shiver in their short pants as they hang over the side of the cable cars, snapping pictures of...