Today is one of such days. The fog is so dense it imposes a belljar effect on everything, and dulls even the traffic frenzy at commute time. I look to the east and strain my eyes but can't see the end of the Bay Bridge at all. Foghorns blare, forlorn and a little melancholy, betraying the boats that come and go beyond the realm of the visible.
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(And now I think I know what building you work in. Heh. My kid's godmother is there, too.)
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I'm here three days a week. No pressure, but you should stop by some time! I'll treat you to lunch! ;)
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Gabrielle
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I love the way fog seems to part and reveal new scenery as you walk. It's a way that even in the heart of the city, one gets to experience the magic of nature.
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