Waking up every day overlooking the San Francisco Bay is like opening my eyes onto a different world each morning, with a fascination about nature’s power to rearrange the molecules all around us so as to completely change the environment hour by hour like a high-speed movie. San Francisco changes from a drizzling foggy morning to windy gusts that can give the most experienced sailor on the Bay a tipping scare of his/her life on a large and seemingly ocean worthy sailing yacht.
Those of us that live in the City know that the uniform is layers of clothing every day except maybe those three or four days that the weather person guesses wrong and the temperature reaches above 70 degrees. Even then San Franciscans don’t give up their coffee. You can bet on the likelihood that the temperature will drop especially when the afternoon fog rolls in or more descriptively snakes in under that Golden Gate (the mascot of the City) and along the shoreline mysteriously swirling around Angel, Alcatraz, and Treasure Islands causing each to disappear in sequential order as though each island had priority over the fogs deathly hug. Later and just as fascinating the regressing fog releases its lock on the islands one-by-one as each reappears in reverse order. This is amazingly beautiful to me!
I am not what San Franciscans consider a native to the City but I am here now and would never think of leaving this mysterious and delightful City on the Bay set upon precarious geologic tectonic plates that continuously shift beneath our feet slowly and quietly, and those periodic and surprising jolts that scare the semi-tourist and the “want-to-be San Franciscans” (the non-believers) losening their stranglehold on the real estate and limited affordable rents and lease prices. I love the fact that Mother Nature does some natural culling of folks from the City. I personally feel special to live here permanently and already have experience with nature’s periodic rock shuffle.
I’e walked around most of the seven square miles that makes up the Cityscape and during my adventures I learn that the City is as diverse as the weather is variable. No matter, I love this unique City and the people I’ve met that live here.
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