Waiting outside for a table at The Screendoor in September, we had our first real rain of the year. It made the perfect cozy comfort-food-filled brunch for Tessa's birthday ... featuring every good thing in the world : fried chicken, drinks in mason jars, bacon and pecans.
I love The Screendoor - right down to the name. It makes me think of the lyrics from Taylor Swift
our song is the slamming screen door, sneaking out late, tapping on your window.
and about a boy I once liked in my French class, whose car smelled like cigarettes. September is a much different month in San Diego, and summer continues despite school starting. My fling was short lived, but every once in a while I'll hear the push-latch on a screendoor and think of warm afternoons skipping class with a bottle of cornerstore zinfandel.
Sometimes happiness is so easy.
Just a song, or a someone, or a Sunday brunch with friends.
[ (photos) on film with Pentax k1000. This one is my favorite ]