September in San Francisco, Or A Reason to Dance in the Streets

September is a month of transition in my mind; it is a "Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness" and a perfect month to begin San Francisco's atypical summertime. As this year nears the end of its ripening, I hope we can all take a moment, like Autumn herself, to sit "careless on a granary floor" and enjoy the shortening days--the sunshine, the blue skies, the spontaneous encounter among friends at a neighborhood cafe, and, of course, Love Fest. Nothing defines autumn for me like a gathering of thousands, listening and dancing to electronic music in the center of the city. Who needs color-changing leaves when we have color-changing pants? What is the value of last loon's song when compared to the cheers of E-addled teenagers for their favorite DJ?

So, screw Keats and check out Love Fest on October 4th.