rain

we were talking about our first days again this morning;
hiding in an old out-of-gas Mercedes eating leftover pad thai in a deserted downtown district, driving through the rain in ballard listening to nick drake, all the tears and all the QFC wine...

it kindof rubs a bit of salt into the recent wounding realization that there's really no going back. i've actually been a little homesick for seattle and its mellow madness, but it's not my city anymore; it's just a wash of summers, running in the rain, and cheap hideaways. something inside of me wanted to grow up down here, and come back to a place i could call home, but as san francisco is feeling smaller i'm wondering if i'll just always be displaced.