There is something magical about the bay area. Something that cant be replaced by any other place in the whole world. There is something beautiful about it, that will keep me here forever.
Driving around last night was so theraputic for me. I went to meet a friend in Pleasant Hill, the east bay. Its quite a drive if you take the normal way...101 North to the Bay bridge, then onto 580 to 24. But that, my friends, is the reason that we have so much traffic in the bay area. No one is interested enough to go the other way to things. Whether its going around a different way to get to your house, or driving across the bay. There isnt one way for everything. I go 101 north to 92 across the san mateo bridge. Then from 92 to 880, to 238, to 580, to 13, to 24. Its a shortcut, and its so beautiful, especially during dusk and at night.
Since I left around 6:30pm to head over the bay, there was berily any traffic, and the drive was a breeze. I put on Modest Mouse's The moon and Antartica, and just watched things. It was very relaxing, but also very hot. I had my window down for half the drive.
After a nice visit with my friend, and a good long conversation about life and all the mind boggling things within it, I departed for home around 1:30 AM.
I have had a lot of crappy shit happen to me lately, so last night was like a holiday or something spectacular, just because it was a good night.
The drive home was amazing. I had a few things trapped in my mind from the conversation that my friend and I had about life and things in general, so it made my thoughts ramble on in my head. There were no cars around on any of the freeways. Maybe one or two on an on or off ramp, but always a ways away. Such a late time at night is the best time to drive fast. The music aided me in finding relaxation, and a serene feeling with the road. But the most amazing part about the ride home was the language of everything around me. The lights of the cities were dim, but appeared brighter to me since I suffer from late night halo syndrom with my eyes. The glass of chardonnay that i sipped from hours earlier made my eyelids heavy, yet i was still alert and awake. My windows were down and my sunroof open and the air smelled as if it had just rained.
The most surreal thing from the drive, though, was the drive across the bridge at 1:45 AM. I had San Francisco in clear view, and the East Bay in my rear view. The water of the bay was calm, almost glass-like, and a dark blue color that made me want to jump right in. Between the cities, to my right, was the Bay Bridge, haloed by a thick layer of clouds, dark black at the top that faded to an orange at the bottom. The orange was of course, a reflection of the lights on the bridge, but the sight was amazing.
...I love the bay area....
Driving around last night was so theraputic for me. I went to meet a friend in Pleasant Hill, the east bay. Its quite a drive if you take the normal way...101 North to the Bay bridge, then onto 580 to 24. But that, my friends, is the reason that we have so much traffic in the bay area. No one is interested enough to go the other way to things. Whether its going around a different way to get to your house, or driving across the bay. There isnt one way for everything. I go 101 north to 92 across the san mateo bridge. Then from 92 to 880, to 238, to 580, to 13, to 24. Its a shortcut, and its so beautiful, especially during dusk and at night.
Since I left around 6:30pm to head over the bay, there was berily any traffic, and the drive was a breeze. I put on Modest Mouse's The moon and Antartica, and just watched things. It was very relaxing, but also very hot. I had my window down for half the drive.
After a nice visit with my friend, and a good long conversation about life and all the mind boggling things within it, I departed for home around 1:30 AM.
I have had a lot of crappy shit happen to me lately, so last night was like a holiday or something spectacular, just because it was a good night.
The drive home was amazing. I had a few things trapped in my mind from the conversation that my friend and I had about life and things in general, so it made my thoughts ramble on in my head. There were no cars around on any of the freeways. Maybe one or two on an on or off ramp, but always a ways away. Such a late time at night is the best time to drive fast. The music aided me in finding relaxation, and a serene feeling with the road. But the most amazing part about the ride home was the language of everything around me. The lights of the cities were dim, but appeared brighter to me since I suffer from late night halo syndrom with my eyes. The glass of chardonnay that i sipped from hours earlier made my eyelids heavy, yet i was still alert and awake. My windows were down and my sunroof open and the air smelled as if it had just rained.
The most surreal thing from the drive, though, was the drive across the bridge at 1:45 AM. I had San Francisco in clear view, and the East Bay in my rear view. The water of the bay was calm, almost glass-like, and a dark blue color that made me want to jump right in. Between the cities, to my right, was the Bay Bridge, haloed by a thick layer of clouds, dark black at the top that faded to an orange at the bottom. The orange was of course, a reflection of the lights on the bridge, but the sight was amazing.
...I love the bay area....
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