March 12, 2004

Got to leave my internship early today! Niiice. It was sunny as I drove from Marin back to the city in the noon hour but half a mile from the Golden Gate Bridge, I could see a layer of fog roll over Marin Headlands like a carpet, spilling into the bay as if someone were pouring thick, steamy soup into a big cauldron. Actually crossing the bridge was surreal–there was bright sun overhead but white walls of fog all around, only allowing 20 feet visiblity.  A surreal San Francisco moment.  Surreal but nice.


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  1. noozne Says:

    The foggiest days are the best days.

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