Friday, July 11, 2003

Sunny Day Bay

There is a certain energy that winds through the office near happy hour on Friday late afternoon, like the feeling of the last few minutes of school before summer break. The work is done for the week, the bags start to pack with computers and pens and notebooks, and people start to smile again. Sometimes, there is actual laughter in the office.
Outside, the sun is shining in San Francisco today. The bay sparkles something special, if one can avoid the snarled traffic painting the bridges. For me, this is no worry - I walk home, through the Financial District and down Columbus Street through the middle of North Beach. I know I am close to home when I hear the Powell-Taylor cable car clanking down the hill, last stop headed for Fisherman's Wharf at the base of Bay Street.
Now, it is Friday late afternoon; my bag is packing with its own pens and notebooks (soon, computer too). I am smiling as well. I can feel happiness soon to think of the sun at my back walking past Vesuvio and City Lights Bookstore on Columbus Street (I may stop at Cafe Puccini for a caffe' or maybe venture all the way down to Lombard Street for Cafe Sapore). There is little else quite like a glorious, pleasant, sunny afternoon in San Francisco when the work is done and the bay is sparkling to compliment the Bay and Golden Gate Bridges.
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