This isn’t exactly the view from my new flat, but you get the idea.
From the first time I saw this view, I hadn’t been able to get it out of my mind, and now, I’m happy to say, I look at it every day.
A friend looked at me a bit askance (but with a smile anyway) when I mentioned the mist wafting over the city and the pink light, and the dreamy, romantic nature of this particular view. Well, yes, I have moved into the city of San Francisco, not just nearby, or just outside, or any of that bay area nonsense. In.
Moving, downsizing, changing, beginning. It was a great, if exhausting process–down the birth canal if you will, and into the new world which has an oft discussed, and decidedly misty look (it’s coming… look on the left…).