...has the most lovely neighborhood beach I know. On Sunday evenings, I see dogs chasing balls, brave toddlers playing in the water, and grown-ups sitting and watching, soaking in the view of the San Rafael bridge, whose hurry one can't really hear for the sounds of the water.
Lights on bridges at dusk always remind me curiously of the Geoffrey Hill lines:
"Over, across, the Pennine scarps and valleys
motorway lights -- festal suspension bridge,
high arching nocturne. I grasp the possible
rightness of certain things
that possess the imagination, however briefly"
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