I got off work today and immediately sought out a new adventure. One of my coworkers was telling me about Golden Gate Heights – a park that is just a bit south of Remnants of Sunset where I had my last adventure and less than 2 miles from my home. She promised me it was beautiful and awe inspiring, especially if I happened to catch one of Outer Sunset's rare sunsets (it's not an oxymoron. SF locals know that The Sunset district is often covered in fog and really is The Fogset).
I was in luck. It was a clear brisk night. I hiked up to the top of the park and headed straight into a natural foot-paved path within the tall swaying blades of grass. The view was golden, natural, and authentically perfect. I sat for a bit and began to think.
I'm beyond grateful to be living in SF, but even more grateful at the opportunity that awaits. An opportunity that isn't necessarily called out or sitting my lap. But it is realized. It's an opportunity to be discovered, to be desired, and to be created.
With shaky hands from the chilly San Francisco sunset, I made this: