"Live once in Northern California, leave before you become soft. Live once in New York City, leave before you become hard." The City by the Bay was everything, my everything I sought How grateful to have built this home, my home so hard to depart.
Giants outliving empires, grandest-on-earth slam the skies Suspended steel warriors, guard the glistening golden tides. Pacific Coast beach pebbles, tour God's woven design, "O Captain!"—the freest solo, melds soul, nature, mind.
"The bosom of America" shelters the world's talent; amber-gilded valleys distill the dreams most defiant. Once with pickaxe and shovel, now with bit and byte, once with cars on cables, now with driverless flight.
The fog lifted. A Softened Heart. San Francisco, my love—we're never far apart.
