Sometimes, like tonight, I'll hit the timing just right and be walking home from the parking garage at sunset. There is a magic moment almost every night when the light from the setting sun is caught by the windows of houses in the Oakland hills, reflecting red and orange and gold. And it looks like a thousand signal fires, burning across the Bay.
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I am glad you are past the 'hump' of your week and on the pleasant glide to the week-end.
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