Monday, June 21, 2010
It only takes a few short minutes to cross the Golden Gate Bridge, yet so many things happen during that time. Jimmy and I met with old friends in the north bay on Saturday, so we chose a path that took us across the Bridge. It was a beautiful and sunny day in San Francisco, and, as usual, the Bridge was bursting with activity. The walkway was littered with people and bikes as everyone soaked up the perfect scenery. There is something to be said for this bridge's rustic charm and beauty. I love the rust colored finish and how the Bridge towers into the sky. Even though I am a native Californian, I am always astounded by the presence this mighty bridge commands. As we drove over, I rolled down the windows, inhaled the crisp bay air, and went on a brief vacation.
The lights danced on the Bridge as we crossed back over and headed home.