Frisco

Travelling to the city daily for these past 4 days has been interesting.  I think I would like to work in the city if I have a future opportunity.  Yes, the commute is time intensive - takes me an hour one way - but it just gives a wholly different experience mingling with humanity of all shapes and sizes and hues - than driving through suburb roads to a plain office building.  Maybe cause I grew up in an urban setting, maybe cause it just imbues one with a different dynamics, maybe cause suddenly, there is more to life than moaning about glass ceilings.  You see the masses warpped up in layers scurrying to whereever they need to go, you see the girls who could be your daughters making up in the train because they got up late, you see the workaholics typing up email in the train cars using their laptops with their blinking aircards, you hear the music and know you will soon walk by the buskers, and your heart clutches uncomfortably as you pass by the unkempt and dirty homeless young woman sitting on the sidewalk begging and you wonder why...  The colors, sight and smell of humanity.  The numerous cafes and take out places.  The sirens of patrol cars racing to a crime scene, maybe.  And you look out the windows and gaze at the architectural details on the buildings thinking how beautiful they are even if the walls look like they can do with some scrubbing.  San Francisco.  Beautiful, bright and sunny one day and wet and gray and still beautiful the next.