And this morning when I woke up, the sun and the blue sky had gone, and I thought - "Well, maybe that makes it easier to fly back tonight." Then I spoke on the phone to someone at home in England, where the clocks have changed, and it's dark and rainy and cold. My plane leaves at seven. Bugger.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Time to come home
Yesterday, we were in the Mission district on a roof terrace sipping cocktails at 4 in the afternoon. It was hot, it was sunny, but there was - for the first time - a breeze. And in the distance I could no longer see the Golden Gate Bridge, but a massive swathe of fog, like a giant's dust bunny on the horizon.
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