I've been able to visit the City twice in two days. While usual commuters might not be so excited by that, my natural "attracted to bright shiny things" inclination couldn't be happier. While yesterday our trip was during the day ending at sunset, this evening my trip began at sunset. As I approached the Bay Bridge I was thinking about the pinks and the oranges and the baby-blues and the shimmer-on-the-water. I looked at the Golden Gate and how it looked so far away (and yet I ran much more than the distance from the Bay Bridge to the Golden Gate this summer during the SF Half-Marathon.) I wished that I could drive and take pictures at the same time. This view never gets old for me.

As if on cue, my GPS informed me "Sunset!" and switched to night-mode.

Driving around the City can be overwhelming, but tonight I enjoyed the sensory overload. Lights, shadows, people crossing without a crosswalk, it was all good. Walking around the sparkly pavement was energizing and almost made me wish my parking space was farther away from my destination. It made me miss living closer to to the action even though I adore my quiet corner of the world too.

Way-back-when, I was part of a dance performing division. Many of the songs we danced to were of the Broadway-musical variety and frequently were love-songs to city-life. I wonder how much of that had an impression on my own love of the city, and of the lights therein?