to san francisco to see my soul sister.
the next best thing to being there is looking at past images.
as i pulled out old photo files, this image jumped out at me.
i remember the morning, fog horns sounding mournfully.
we walked out onto the bridge, with a plan to walk across,
and couldn't stop from looking up.
it was so foggy that we couldn't see the top cables.
and with no notice, every once in a while,
there were clear moments as the fog rolled through.
