Haiku day

An unexpected not-quite holiday.
Short sharp bursts of experience-
On a bright day in a city by the bay
Farmers market, right on the pier-
Sun shine on street stalls of trinkets
Tin buckets of spring flowers
Red-white awnings against rippling ocean
Tasting cheeses, a few hours fresh
Smells of food-
asparagus tempura (last of the season!)
ramen, roasting meats
Blue bottle coffee.
A train to take-
but no particular time to be anywhere.
Each moment a little poem in itself.