Entropy and panic. Drowsy oblivion and warm satisfaction.

Crossing the Golden Gate, turquoise water dotted with white sailboats, glistening in the non-humid California sun—no sign of fog today! Sitting next to a guy who’s reading esquire—a 2.5 hour journey via public transportation—oh, hold your breath, we’re going through the rainbow tunnel—Ok breathe—what a view of the bay from up on this hill and of lovely houses on the hillside, windswept trees and stark cliffs, ahh. An actual successful bus trip. Good times….. falling asleep on the bus the 2nd time to take 54. seeing the same guy and sleeping hard most of the way home.
There’s something about living (and making it) in a big city that feels good—new and exciting- growth and change—progress and learning—independence and stillness. I like how alone you feel on public transportation.