San Francisco is beautiful.  I was able to breathe easy, I was able to forget, to say something completely stupid.  To feel a part of something, something with a give and take.  An easy agreement of this and that way.   When I step out into the world, I can hear another voice.  This voice whispers a little bit of leniency… my self- judgements are easing their way into another world.  They are easing their way into a world of the past.  I want to thank my friends and this other part of myself for believing, directing me toward a new belief in myself, a different definition, a meaning that continues into tomorrow.