sunday 5 october 02008 1:09pm
hardly strictly bluegrass festival, golden gate park

it's like being a fish in the stream, walking up the festival path. a man coming from where i am going is talking on the phone. something is written on the other arm.

"hey!" i say and lift my left forearm, which, like his, is tattooed with the word ONE. he keeps walking toward me, keeps talking to the person on the phone, lifts his free arm, too. i duck under it and we embrace. the crowd swims around us for a moment on the sunny path.

we let go and keep on walking. he calls back over his shoulder "enjoy the day."