If my mental map was right, we were heading down to Fisherman's Wharf.
The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives.
Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn whatever state I am in, therin to be content
I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars.
I was gratified to be able to answer promptly. I said I don't know.
The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.