By now, you lovable lot probably assume that trousers have a nonexistent place in my wardrobe... and for that, I don't blame you. But I admit, I'm a creature of habit and I actually like figuring out which usual summertime piece to wear over opaque black tights. It happened to be a little warmer that particular day, so this ensemble happened, including the aforementioned black tights and shorts/skirts default. Just a touch of spring/summer warmth with leather touches. This was snapped around Lake Merced, a charming little place that seemed inundated with ducks, geese, and other birds of all shapes and sizes. Not pictured: me, in a stunning display of maturity bereft of my age, chasing a few of them around.