I haven't been posting much the past few days - I've been busy with lots of last minute packings and gotten tired over and over. I leave today. I leave in a few hours. I have a car to pack and a final goodbye.
When Clint and I arrived in the bay area, the first place we stopped was at a coffee shop in Potrero Hill. I've planned this event for years and never known the date. I'll stop by Farley's, write an entry in my journal, see one last person and then I'll get on 280 and drive south. I'll have the north wind at my back. I'll fly south on the her strong, precise flow.
The sky is clear. I look out this window that has been my morning companion for months. I see the things I have always seen - sutro tower, the church, the water tower, the birds swooping, the tops of the plum trees, the wind swept evergreen. There's not a cloud in the sky. A contrast to the typical foggy san francisco summer weather of the past two days.
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