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Friday, September 9, 2011
Maybe it's the sleep deprivation, or too much caffeine, but I heard lovely Hawaiian music as I exited Starbucks. Lilting falsetto lullaby and strings and soft drum beat. A lady hula danced in her ordinary work clothes, her ID badge clipped to her belt. I don't know hula or what the song was about, but her motions seemed to say "look around," "relax," "breathe" and "how about a hug?" Beautiful.
The acoustics between the two buildings in the plaza made for a natural surround-sound. F Market trolleys and the cackling teenagers nearby couldn't take away from the soothing, melting, want-to-sleep feeling I had (ok, I did do a few half- and full-turns to the cacklers which of course did nothing -- "The fellas are trying to entertain us. Piss off!") I only thought that, don't worry. Damn my hypervigilance.