The Humble Home
Traveling southbound along the curved expressway in between lush, almost mountainous, green hills, the feeling of anticipation becomes arresting. Despite all attempts to catch a premature glimpse, its breathtaking sight evades the eye. Closer and closer the car coasts downhill around each bend toward cavernous Waldo with nary a hint of what is about to be seen. Suddenly, upon emergence of the dimly-lit tunnel, like the monster in a well-paced monster movie, that orange sentinel of man's industrial and technological revolution appears with guardian-like authority and presence: The Golden Gate Bridge. ________________________________ Photo credit: ggb113b.wordpress.com/ This paragraph illustrates what it has been like to live in San Francisco. I have found this landscape to be littered with miles of space and memories of time that cause one to feel minute and weak compared to objects of greater size and forces of