One of the things I love about being carless in San Francisco are the treasures you notice because you are on foot. One of the more satisfying pleasures on my walks happens when my antennae are especially tuned, my intuition especially acute, and I find myself looking up at exactly the right moment.
Sometimes there is a dog or cat staring back at me from the bay window above the couch.
Sometimes there is an old man behind the glass with a soft smile and a wave.
Sometimes there is a little person, maybe 4 or 5 years old, who runs away with a squeal when I see them.
And sometimes there are bird butts.