On top of the world.

Today, Susan and I hiked up to Twin Peaks in the city with Kali. It was Monday. I was not in an office, in a cube, or gazing at a computer screen. I was staring over a quiet, grey city. The Bank of America building, sticking out iconicly from a mass of hard set concrete. Everything a little blury from the fog and mist. I scan further. The bay placid to my right; barges still like sitting ducks. Farther across, Oakland’s skyline. The port’s container movers like Star War action figures paused in motion before another mass of downtown buildings. And just two days ago, I used to live there, work there. Now Im at the top of where I can be at the moment. Amazing. Even Kali slows down to enjoy this quiet moment up here…

But not for long because I scream out as loud as I can muster, “HELLO SAN FRANCISCO!!” Hahaha. Scream!! I scream out again, “HELLO!!!” Its a shout to let the world know Im on my way again. Quietly, inside, I say this is it. I am living my life and thats all I wanted. I am happy Happy, happy, happy.

We trek down the mountain and just as high as I was I still have to stop and pick up Kali’s daily fertilizer deposit. I don’t necessarily enjoy the job, but its got to be done. I can say that with an open mind, when I am feeling the greenest grass, bright wildflowers, and a crisp breeze, picking up poo is an experience all the more I can handle til we climb the next mountain.