It’s one of those SF winter mornings. Thick, ominous, low-lying fog…threatening to blanket our day, deny us our light.
Here comes the sun.
I watch from our balcony as the sun, using its rays as arms, casts off the city’s blanket.
And I smile. I feel warm in the middle of January. Warm knowing that we* succeeded in making someone who is sad momentarily happy.
The gift made it to Cuba on Jan 6th.** El Día de Los Reyes. How fitting.
* My family, myself, Dochechka, The Brit, and my dear, dear, traveling friends who took the challenge of having to hunt down my family with little more than the phone number of a neighbor. An INCORRECT phone number, they discovered.
** In order to know what the hell I’m rambling on about, you have to have already read this, this and this.
Pics of this morning's sunrise coming soon.