on san francisco:
"today at lunch i went for a walk in the rain. as i wandered down a pier and the sounds of the cars rushing and hissing down embarcadero finally faded into silence, i found myself entering a painting.to my right, towering above me, the imposing dark metallic westward span of the bay bridge...
and to my left, the muted hues of the gray clouds contrasted with the greenish gray of the rippling water. the only color visible was orange; the top of a tugboat departing, matching a single orange balloon to its left that had somehow strayed from amongst the maze of the skyline where i had seen it earlier.
the orange balloon drifted suddenly down to the water, where finally it came to rest. it was a profoundly beautiful yet melancholy moment...as such solitude and beauty so often go unseen; two points of sharp color punctuating an otherwise monochromatic vision...
...i turned around to face the hum of the city again, and the colors of cement and brick and glass of architecture in the rain were a pastel rainbow in the distance..."
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