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"I won't be home for dinner, honey." | by Ar'alani
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"I won't be home for dinner, honey."

It was a windy day in San Francisco, and my hair blew into my face, whipping me with tiny little needles across my nose. I stood with my arms out on Deadman's Point above China Beach, taking in the force of the wind as it blew over the ocean.


Then I saw a hummingbird. He darted out of a flowering bush and was immediately blown back toward Oakland on a huge gale of wind. I last saw him, a tiny little pinprick, sailing over the Golden Gate Bridge.


I hoped his wife would understand when he didn't come home for dinner.


Large is better.

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Taken on February 3, 2007