Another week gone by biking around my favorite foggy city by a bay. Like most of my travels, I arrived in SF with no set plans. Except perhaps to enjoy a few dance classes, and discover a new neighborhood (having biked this city many times over, this
I am an easygoing traveler. I'm always up for an epic adventure of course, but gimme a coffee shop and a bookstore and I'm good. I'm also bit of a snob about those things
I was asleep in bed, embraced by a thick duvet and too many pillows when I heard it---the familiar sound of the storm siren. Distant but powerful. It's strange, but I find this sound comforting. I like the dissonant drone, like a chord that never rounds