tire beach

it's a sunny day, with a bright blue clear sky. the kind that's cold in the shade and really warm in the sun. it's my last day in san francisco. my brother, mom, and i took a trip to tire beach, a place i first visited last year, and my brother frequents weekly. there's graffiti all over the place, a view over the bay, tires of all sizes washed up on the small shore. pelicans and seaguils fly in flocks overhead, and there's a sulphuric stench mixed with fresh paint in the air. it's different from last year. different graffiti, less glass in the broken windows, a hammock in a caged enclosure. its got a beauty that i crave, one i hope to have access to more frequently.