I walk through downtown San Francisco as the sun sets, at night, as the sun stands overhead. When the lights dance off a glass wall and illuminate an ornate masterpiece my heart swells.
These buildings and the spaces and rhythms of the streetcars are living art pieces that I walk through, around, and within. They embrace me, the spaces and spires and gardens.
Why are you so broken, San Francisco, when I am falling in love with you?