This.
In the moment this picture was snapped my mind was overwhelmed with memories of San Francisco. The snapping of electricity as the cable cars roll past, jumping across the tracks headed up to the library, walking up the hills surrounded by the eccentrically wonderful houses, and stopping to read a freshly borrowed, dusty smelling book on a shady park bench and becoming ridiculously distracted by the little white flowers growing in the grass. Then, in a flash I thought of the first time I stood in this very spot looking out at the bay, completely undone by how I felt a little like I was starting a life of someone much more mature than myself. Then my mind brought me to the brilliant fireworks across the bay on New Year’s Eve, surrounded by friends ready to dance the night away and excited by the offerings of adventure brought in by the New Year.  And finally, of coming home from the beach with amazing waves in my hair and freshly sunburnt skin, stopping to look out at the bay completely and blissfully exhausted by the day. What a magnificently lugvely place I have found myself.