Quiet

I walked home tonight from the Union Street theater after checking out one of the funnier movies I've seen in a LONG time. I had my iPod along and spun together a nice little playlist for the walk home (Alexi Murdoch, Arcade Fire, Mark Knopfler & Emmylou Harris). The weather tonight in San Francisco is invigorating; there's just a hint of chill in the softly blowing breeze. The skies are clear. From my back deck, I have the great pleasure of being able to see both Alcatraz and Coit Tower, and on nights like tonight, you have to take advantage of the view since it's normally either too cold or too foggy (or both) to pause for a second and take in just how amazing San Francisco really is. Accompanined by a Miller Light and Cole's Corner, I gazed for the better part of an hour at the water and the cool glow of the Tower at night, shining against the dark sky like the North Star. I took my headphones off after a time and was reminded again at just how silent the city can be at night...far from being in a state of perpetual motion like the Big Apple, San Francisco can at times seem like a ghost town (but a very picturesque one at that). The only sound I could hear was the trickle of the fountain in my neighbors yard as the lighthouse on the Rock cast its gaze my way, keeping a stoic vigil over the Bay. Everything is still.

Sometimes you are presented time for reflection when you most need it, and this was one of those times. It might not have been a perfect night, but it was pretty close.