TGIF. This beat is def. Can I get a witness, Jeff? [Yes.] Are you ready to start things off yet? ::scratchy-scratchy... scratch:: A'ight. Bet.
Today I had a gorgeous drive into work. As I was driving along the ocean, just outside the Presidio gates, the ocean and the bay were both completely obscured by clouds and low-lying fog. Poking just up over the top of everything were the mammoth orange spires of the Golden Gate Bridge and a ridge of mountains on the Marin side of the bay.
I felt like I was living in a city among the clouds. There was a very dream-like, detached quality to everything.
It was so beautiful that I actually pulled my car over and tried to take a picture of it with my camera phone. Didn't turn out that well.
That's mountains on the left, a very japanese tree in the foreground, and the smear on the right is The Bridge.
As I stood there with the cool breeze in my face, two fog horns called to each other - honking like two lusty geese. It was an odd sound, but added to the weird dreamy quality of everything.
I like my city in the clouds. It was a nice moment.