Have you been watching our sunrises these days? They've been extraordinary. Last week, a beautiful morning unfolded as a brilliant, perfect crescent moon hung low in the sky
beside a bright, sparkling star. The sky turned from deep indigo to a muted orange that
reminded me of the Golden Gate Bridge. Today, a fringe of magenta crept over the hills in the East Bay as I watched the bay slowly illuminated.
San Francisco, and the whole Bay Area have a siren song. People are
drawn here and never want to leave. We have problems just like
everywhere else, but I have always believed that there is something
about this city's beauty and grace that act as a balm against our
troubles. Maybe this is why you hear people say that living here
eventually makes you soft. I'll take it any day over the armadillo-like
second skin one grows living in New York City, where I grew up.
After a particularly bruising few weeks, I watched the glorious dawn
break and was reminded of how poetically beautiful this place really
is, and how easy it is to come to take this for granted. Gazing at the
beauty of the dawn sky, I fondly remembered first falling in love with
I came to San Francisco one summer as a college student, for an
internship, and the fates quickly intervened to make me smitten with
the city. I had never been west of the Mississippi, and despite coming
from New York, was astonished by the cityscape as I saw it from above
as the plane descended.
A friend picked me up at SFO and drove me through Golden Gate Park
until we emerged at Ocean Beach. While I hear many folks grumble about
both the park and Ocean Beach, I still consider both of these places
jewels of our city. I was instantly in awe. It was my first time seeing
the Pacific, and I couldn't believe how much more rugged and wild it
seemed than the Atlantic.
As my summer progressed, I only became more deeply smitten by San
Francisco. In the evenings, I would ride my bike through the park to
Ocean Beach, up to the original Musee Mecanique at the Cliff House, and
watch the ocean until the sun set. It was on those evenings that I
vowed to make this my permanent home, and I feel incredibly fortunate
to have been able to fulfill this promise to myself.
I appreciate readers indulging my waxing nostalgic here, and invite you to do the same. Do you have a story about
falling in love with San Francisco, or anywhere else in the Bay Area?