A balmy day here in San Francisco is rare enough, but a downright balmy evening is like a unicorn. Last night after a dinner out with some pals, we stepped out into the night and I wanted to lick the air it was so gorgeous and soft and warm.

That seemed weird, so instead we found a nearby gelato store and bought flavors like watermelon and stracciatella and walked slowly, slowly up the big hill towards home, with nothing to do but savor something cold and delicious and stop every once in a while, as if pausing in place could make it last forever.