Last Sunday, on April 26, I sat in the little park at the foot of the steps of the Telegraph Hill side of Coit Tower in San Francisco, enjoying the beauty of the day, getting high on the nice bench built into the sculpture wall that defines the park.
My girlfriend spotted your lovely little heart hanging on a small tree (or, was it a camellia?) and read the message, leaving it hanging there. As we were leaving, i doubled back, and pocketed it, surprising her with it by placing it on the dining room table before dinner that night.
