Oh, San Francisco, why such the tease? You blessed us with weeks of warm and sunny days; lulled us all into complacency, leaving little doubt that the sun would shine as brightly the next day, and then out of the blue, no more. Gone are those blissful spring days spent lounging in the park, sipping on a beer, wearing naught but the lightest sundress and an oversized chapeau. The sun beating on my bare back, I almost believed that this year would be different, that the summer months would stretch forth with the promise of days spent frolicking along the beach, or sipping cocktails by the grill, but no! Every year, like clockwork, you break my heart; cool winds come snapping through the trees, and I return to my tights and sweaters, balled up in a drawer and forgotten, only to be sprung forth as spring ends.