I 'm feeling out of sorts today - sweating in the sticky heat, astonished + aghast at certain choices made by a certain septuagenarian politician - so I chose a photo that instantly puts me in a better frame of mind: the Golden Gate Bridge at twilight, the tops of her towers enveloped in misty fog.
I love this bridge. Have I mentioned that before?
I never, ever get tired of walking on the beach beneath it, listening to the lonely wail of the foghorns while the waves splatter against the rocks.
Regimes change; the bridge stands. People make foolish choices; the bridge holds them as they travel from one side to the other. We weep, we laugh, we wonder; the bridge absorbs it all.
I'm off in search of hopeful vistas + beautiful sights.
Hope you are too. Happy weekend!