Went for a run with a friend today on a trail in the Berkeley Hills. Our mid-way point had this incredible view across the bay—a panoramic that included the East Bay, Bay Bridge, San Francisco, Golden Gate Bridge and Marin County. It’s impossible to look at that view and not feel awe.
A little later, headed into San Francisco in an attempt to join a few folks completing the Double Cross Trail. We didn’t manage to sync up in the end, but it was great to walk part of the trail anyway. We passed through so many beautiful neighborhoods, and walking towards Fort Funston felt like being called by the ocean (and responding).
It’s days like today that make me feel so grateful to live in this place. Surrounded by beauty and kindness, and finally building a local community. It felt harder to do that in New York, and honestly felt harder in London—which surprised me, but it’s also likely that I just wasn’t trying as hard. Anyway, I’m glad to be doing it now, and very glad to be here.
Cacio is stretched out on the couch now. Usually at this time of night she decides that it’s time for one final round of chaos, but not today. She loves the beach, and tired herself out showing everyone just how very fast she is, and just how completely uncoordinated her limbs are.