Missing Frisco

I'm sitting here poised at the computer, listening to cool indie tunes and the rain. It's a nice constant rain and reminds me of San Francisco in the fall. I have to keep my doors open. I wish I could close them right now because, dispite the rain, someone is smoking near my store.  The scent of it is mixing with the smell of food. It may be that I've got SF on my mind, but it smells like clamchowder. Oh how my heart is aching for San Francisco right now. I wish that I were walking home in the rain knowing that I was going to our apartment with it's cozy lighting , and 3 different autumn candle scents. And before bed we'd eat some home made soup while watching 30 Rock.
Geesh. I miss it.