On the way to work this morning, at the top of the hill on Turk I found myself adjusting my mirror. And looking into that mirror, on this cold, crisp morning, with the hills and houses of San Francisco illuminated by the sunrises’ red glow I was once again surprised, and reminded, of the beauty of the city I live in. It seems odd that in the middle of my ho-hum life that I can be brought to awe by the geography and character of the city in which I reside. San Francisco may not love me, but I do love San Francisco.
Also Shachar is in town, so everything is a little lovelier.
