So, I think I found the San Francisco that I imagined in my head last night. The beautiful and wonderful Opal (the woman who has graciously invited me into her life and home) invited me to a funeral for a friend of hers. Sounds like a bummer, right? Well, I have never experienced death this way before.
At dusk we walked down a fire lit pathway through the brush. We arrived at the water on the India Basin to find about a hundred people watching a viking ship for one burn to the ground. As tragic as it was, there was joy in the air. The moment, the bay, and the sweet taste of elderflower liqueur, mixed together to create this feeling I never felt before. It was intense elation, and I cried at we walked back up the pathway. I felt so thankful for the life I have been given and everyone I have been privileged to know. It just helped put things into perspective for me. And as cliched as it sounds, Hans end was my own beginning.
My camera decided to be a bitch last night though and I don’t know why I didn’t bring a flash. Anyway, most of the files are corrupted so i can’t open them which include all I had of the viking ship whole, but I do have this one quiet photo of us watching the fire as it burns out. I think you can see the Bay Bridge in the background.
