I found it as I passed SFO zipping and weaving Ms Saab through the bay area traffic. It was the groove of my life in the bay area. This time, I felt nothing but the memory of the past. The groundwork I build the next part of my life upon.
It's been a great trip so far and I haven't even been here 5 hours. Good friends, old and new. Good travels. Good food - and my favorite bed in San Francisco. Being inspired and being inspiring. The gratitude and abundance overflowing.
Bay Area, you are the old lines in my palm. I remember those days, the roads. You have many new overpasses - they delight me. I am delighted to return and bask in the beauty of your city. The groove, much unused, remains.