Heat

There's a heat wave in San Francisco this week. Waking up this morning in the warm house with the windows open and a breeze blowing instantly transported me back to Susan and I's apartment in Manhattan. On summer mornings just like these, we'd wake up late and walk languidly together to union square for iced coffee and a waffle at 71, trying to absorb as much of the warmth and the company as possible before splitting up to our respective startups.

Thanks New York, you taught me how to live and introduced me to a great friend. Thanks San Francisco, for reminding me.