Matthew and I walked in the near-rain to the Ferry Building. In the stores there, I bought a REDACTED and three DELETED for Becky. We sat outside eating Mexican food, my back to the Bay.
Matthew looked out across the water. ”Lihui is back in the Port of Oakland.” I nodded. “You know, the scrap steel ship on the Honolulu run? A big old Art Deco rustbucket. It’s just nice to see it back.”
This morning, on the Bay Bridge, I looked at the water to the south. Fog obscured the land on both sides, and low dank clouds stretched almost to Alviso. A broad strip of pale pink sky lay on the horizon. It backlit two freighters anchored off Oakland. I thought of pulling over to take a photo until I remembered where I was, on a high-speed suspension bridge with no breakdown lane.
Posted by: Chris Clarke
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