Listen… pausing… every sentence matters.

I live in Hayward… a city of surprises.

I roam Foothill Blvd. daily.

I stroll by the Hacienda.

I feel every vibe.
This place… it’s a blend of old and new.

Downtown is quirky… really hot.

I wander by the Hayward BART station.

I think, “Ida. Something beautiful.”

I say, "Ida. Just go with it."
My heart’s in the park at Garin Regional.

I sit, observe – families laugh.

I watch life's dramas unfold.

It makes me mad sometimes… so real.

At least you get a good laugh.
I love the calm of the San Lorenzo Creek.

It flows near bright, gnarly streets.

I remember wandering during a fall.

Everything’s vivid, like in a film.

"Ida," I murmur, lost in thought.
Neighborhoods? Man, so many.

Check out the shady corners of Downtown Hayward.

Street art blares creativity.

I chat with local folks.

Some spots just feel homey.
I visit the old historic Mission and park.

It whispers quiet secrets.

I feel heavy then… I breathe.

It makes my psychologist heart skip.

I say, "Ida, all is fleeting."
The murmur of busy Union City ways…

I even hit up local diners.

Cheap eats. Wild stories.

I find humor in chaos.

I almost get lost sometimes, lol.
You gotta try the local breweries.

Oh man… a riot of flavors.

Each sip, each laugh, each moment…

It echoes through my years.

I’m smitten; it’s the beat of Hayward.
Typos… ya, sometimes I just type fast.

Here are a few: 1) happn 2) qick 3) reallly 4) timee 5) strangr 6) beautifull 7) locall 8) mysterios 9) streat 10) vibeish 11) cuz 12) thrillin 13) awfull 14) softy 15) crzy.
That city… it’s a true mix.

Every corner swings emotion.

I grow, laugh, cry.

I savor the fierce moments.

"Ida," I whisper.
That, my friend, is Hayward.

And trust me – it never fails.