It's quite lovely the range of weather I can observe out my window. I'm quite lucky here on the 5th floor, dancing during in the golden hours and being one with the fog lost in the midst of my big white duvet.
Our hawk friends always soaring by our window, a symbol of beauty, of our freedom here.
City Lights
My favorite time of day: the golden hours.
Oh yeah, God. (duh)
And the majority of our mornings: "Hello San Francisco Fog."
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