Basking in the Sausalito light. Flash fiction.

 The street we walked on housed several hippie stores I could not wait to explore. I was only twelve, and was in no hurry to grow up. When my friends were into lipstick and boys, I just hungered for books and posters with peace signs, flowers, and rainbows, all in vivid day-glow.

  I excused myself from my parents for an hour, and headed straight for the book store, a two story affair. Let loose, I was ecstatic!  Skipping every other step on the pine stairs, I got to the second floor, and looked around for the first book that caught my hazel eyes.. I found a window seat with the sun bouncing off of the bay, and straight on the page of the book I  chose to read.  . A how- to metaphysical book that surely would  influence my future choices in books, and in my thinking styles as well.