Sea walking

No bike, since it (another one!) was stolen, so stuck walking (and skateboarding) to and fro, everywhere. That creates an interesting situation in the squall, greyed-out SF Bay Area rainy season. Today, at the Ferry Building in San Francisco, I stood in line at the Blue Bottle there (chatting up the solo dude working the three-barrel espresso machine - the side line is actually longer than the main one, though it looks quicker) and out the window glass doors leading to the thin swath of path that allows Ferry-ers to overlook the Bay while they eat and enjoy the Ferry Building, sea gulls dove past, amplified by the grey rainy day, their bodies part of a magical, hyper-magnified effect, taking the afternoon into dimensionless space, swooped to and fro. A large barge, loaded with dull-colored shipping containers, moved slowly by in the mist-distance, Angel Island in the background.

Walked home (1-ish mile) in the pouring rain. Soaking in the grey, green, soaked hood on, the Peralta Avenue mid-street park - part of the Bay Trail - creating a nice sliver of green, solace path in the downpour. The greyed out skyline adding a water-heavy gravity to the act of walking.