"There's something about the very appropriate name San Francisco. St. Francis, the most benevolent saint in the hierarchy, was the archetypal caretaker of the wounded. His nurturing and tolerance allowed for healing and growth.
Like it's namesake, San Francisco opens it's arms to all sentient beings. the emotionally and spiritually wounded in particular, have always come here looking for freedom and change, for a place to grow and be themselves.
San Francisco is the metropolis of possibilities. It is soft and misty. Like a dream.
It seems beyond History..."
-"Travelers Tales: San Francisco"
We had another power outage...
Once again we were without electricity for most of the night. There was a lightning storm. We lit a number of candles and read together.
I'm beginning to enjoy these temporary power failures, as crazy as that sounds...
It's just so peaceful. No sound of airconditioners, or the refridgerator humming or the computer fan running. No electrical buzz whatsoever..
Complete silence.
Just me, eric and the surrounding darkness.
-Day 194 of 365 days