aaaaaawwww "stop saying that, it's boring!!"

zoo. OH mel, a moment that missed you, when san fran was quietly calling your name at dusk. Sunday night, streets are deserted save a few homeless rummagers and frantic cars rushing home for the fast approaching work week, around 8-8:30ish, just a little more daylight before dark closes in, while all is still very visible. i bike down the great highway, a foggy gloomy kinda evening white waves crashing on brown sand and the light mist over me. where i usually turn around i turn left, on taraval, away from the ocean, and soon on my right is the sf zoo. i've yet to go there but must. i hear dead silence, all is deserted, later i hear chimps and a peacock rich in shiny blue green in the twilight crossing my path, escaped the zoo, i bike it's circumference, big, deserted, dead and old. dead end street with employee entrance and poor houses. the smell of fragrant exotic orange and yellow flowers vining their way up the metal gate by the twisted jungle trees in the parking lot corner of the empty zoo. it was lovely and spare and quiet. mystery and run down nothingness. strange place and time, didn't feel like sf, didn't feel like anywhere, but a dream. it was lovely. had a snake been crawling up a tree would it have been your perfect bike ride.