The Bay

Hello and greetings, friends. Hope this finds you warm and cozy, or at least more so than here in snowy Nevada City where, against all odds, a woman just walked into my coffee shop in shorts. Strange. As I have been waiting here, pondering a blog post and some chicken salad on toast I started thinking about a sweet girl I know who came to visit for the last few days and who I drove back to SFO for a late night flight back to Seattle. It's funny how driving long distances in darkened hours tends to let the mind wander. I noticed how I tend to play different music depending on whether I drive in the day or night and that music affects me differently. Ah yes, basic observations of human emotion I make!

Anyways, as I was about to call this girl and tell her about how much I was going to miss her, I reached up to flip up the passenger side visor that she continually flipped down (annoying because it always messes up the rear view mirror). By flipping up the visor I of course knocked the mirror out of place so I was looking back at my own reflection. When I reached up to adjust the sight line to something more useful, the entire mirror fell off my windshield and there I was driving through Berkeley with hindsight held in my right hand. I am not sure what this all means, but I felt it was quite poignant considering the context of my trip to the Bay. The first verse of my favorite Mumford and Sons song kept running through my head:

As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts

Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms
Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?
For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt

When I got back to Nevada County it was snowing and I made my way back to my bed through a flurry of heavy flakes. This morning I awoke to a sunny world covered in a fresh white snow. If only the cold would bring a certain someone back into my arms...