I'm in the middle of a very intense love affair...like no other. I feel different; happy, peaceful, excited. When I wake up in the morning I can't wait to look out at the beautiful city I live in and embrace it.
This morning I opened my eyes to a thick cover outside all my windows...in the clouds...a fog. While laying there embracing the cover I heard the foghorns of the ships going in and/or out of the bay (I couldn't see to verify directions)...underneath the bridges. Laying there warm and snug I could 'feel' the old days...the "Barbary Coast" that my grandmother use to tell me stories about. Early San Francisco: The fishermen and wharf, the gambling, the underground cellars she would go to find my grandfather at - gambling and drinking.
Like any exciting love affair, you never know what you're going to get...or what's coming. Living in San Francisco is like that; sometimes you are above the clouds/fog (see February's picture: www.sandyrivers.com), some days you can see all the way to the Farallon Islands; the skyline during sunsets are breathtaking...romantic. Then there are days like today...where you just want to snuggle up in the warmth of your comforter.
"Crossroads seem to come and go. The gypsy flies from coast to coast; knowing many loving none..." That's Gregg Allman, Steve Alaimo, and the Allman Brothers singing "Melissa" coming from my Klipsch as I write this. Seems appropriate...the "white paper" outside the window of my office is becoming transparent, the traffic on 101 south and north is beginning to show itself, the bustle of Harrison and 3rd streets is going...on. The city is beginning to come in focus.
I was going to City Hall this morning to file paperwork...instead I decided that I would wrap myself in the atmosphere of my surroundings...take it all in.
There is something so romantic about waking up in this city every morning. It's 'cozy-quiet' up here on the 47th floor even though there is much life everywhere you look: the bay, the sail boats, ships, the flags flowing at the top of buildings everywhere, traffic, joggers, cyclists...imagine all of this and still being able to hear yourself think...keeping your thoughts to yourself...your issues strong, or drawn...the beauty of uninterrupted thoughts.
What took me so long to get here? Much of who I am is scattered all over this gorgeous 12 mile wide city by the bay. "Crossroads, will you ever let him go?" For now...I think so.
Yes...I'm in love...with this city.