Commuting is where time takes a vacation. In the mornings (Mondays especially), I ask myself what specifically happened to all the plans I had during the weekend, and where did I go wrong. Truthfully the bus is a mix of emotions. Some people are running to catch the 29 to the BART Station into the city; others watch idly as dusk transitions into a full grown evening. Some stare intently at their cellphones as a means to pass the time, scrolling slowly through Candy Crush in hopes of finally beating all that fudge.
I exist in all these people. Day and Night.
An invitation to be in the moment
This morning we decided on a spontaneous trip to Baker Beach with our two-year-old son.
Our city by the bay is done with Summer. That summertime fog that we wake up to is no more.
Homeward bound after a month in the USA
One day-One Hour- One Minute- It will happen. It is inevitable. Except it already has.
Top 10 Things To Do In San Francisco
If you live in San Francisco, you know to avoid Eddy and Leavenworth Street... *stab*
Wrote this the day after the attacks in Paris but was reminded of it this morning when I read the news about the bombing in Turkey
In Search of Color