Sunday… Great Sunday


It starts with a muffin.

A blueberry muffin; lopsided, unevenly topped with a layer of golden-yellow sugar and bursting with berries. It was adamantly unique, a non-Starbucks, non-assembly-line specimen. It also didn’t have any calorie information – approximate or exact – attached. And I ate in in spite of that.

It has taken me a very long time to get to this point.

Afterwards I walked for almost eight hours, first photographing and then meandering through ‘up’town and downtown San Francisco, discovering places, sightlines and interesting spots along the way. I am slowly following the same pattern I had in Toronto – first establishing a base I feel comfortable in and then exploring outwards in larger circles.

I enjoyed all the time I spent in the city today. Every activity no matter how small, was experienced. I don’t know of another way to put it.

Walking back to the car at night I felt an emotion, a sensation that I haven’t experienced in a very long time. Peace. There was no euphoric high from which I could be dashed, no unreasonable lightness of mood. Just comfort. Complete fulfillment. I would give almost anything to experience that feeling again.

And for that alone, today was worth it.

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