The fog today was excellent, very San Franciscan, suiting my mood perfectly. We walked to Stockbridge for Marianne’s birthday celebration and spied this subject of my daily photo right before dinner. Hours later, stuffed with magnificent pineapple curry, I wombled across the street to capture it.
Sometimes I am still in shock to be here, and I focus on the bad parts of shock, but there are good ones too. In summertime, I used to hate that moment when I knew I had to jump into the water. Once I was done yelping over how cold it was, I was able to relax into the feeling of slow-moving limbs and sunshine on wet hair. That feeling wouldn’t exist without the shattering chill first.