"Remember that beautiful sunny day we were on our way home from the Farmer's Market, and as we were going up up up that wooden staircase out-of-nowhere it started to rain...we ran up near the top where the trees hung over and laughed so hard we startled the old painting-woman from Scotland. Then, remember, the whole flock of bright green Telegraph Hill Parrots ('the Chickens' as we like to call them) flew over making all that noise. We talked and kissed until the rain stopped. Time was suspended and it was magical."