k street mall

like… talk about the quiet heat in the redwoods up north… talk about how in winter the sky is always the same sharp grey that makes everyones clothes seem to glow blurrily…. talk about the gritty moist air inside a convenience store… talk about how the sky over san francisco is often sepia brown from the lights and the fog… talk about neighborhoods that feel buried in woods because the single tree in each lawn is stretching across the street… talk about an amtrak train already hot inside at 7:50am… talk about flat yellow plains and hills with wind turbines and mismatched trees and huge floppy bug-eaten roses and glaringly yellow light and burnt-orange shopping centers and the weird sounds the bart makes and that really really fucking scary tinfoil-looking horse statue across the street from one side of the k street mall in downtown sacramento that thing haunts me so badly