Evening in The Richmond

Night was already feeling good about itself.  Just a couple of more things to do before it could call it a day and go home.

True, the house wasn't much--a small, humble place in the Inner Richmond, across from a Safeway market--and passersby were not particulary impressed by the architecture, which was unremarkable.

Still, one could imagine that the warmth of the evening, suffusing the exterior atmosphere in a golden light, was also alive inside the house and that thiswas a real home, a place where private matters of life and death, of sex and love were discussed in completely human language.