On Saturday I jogged/walked ;-) for miles and hours, to the top of the City where the really lovely residential houses are - of numerous styles, many like a sort of 1900's England, with wide streets, and bonkers hills.The quiet, the space, the designs of the houses were peaceful and calming. I found an area of woodland and jogged down the 2 mile 'lovers lane' towards the Golden Gate Bride.
The bridge was cool, but less impressive than the hills, houses, and woodland. For someone who is scared of heights, I found that the pain of running distracted me on the way over, but
on the walk back the other way I found the experience a bit more distressing! Back over the bridge I walked along the promenade by the Pacific Ocean - just amazing.It is so strange to have time to just do stuff and have the head-space and luxury to let the mind wander or not think at all and just look and enjoy the view.
I wish Marianne had been here to do the same, and I bet she would have had the strange sensation of frequently wondering that she had forgotten something - like housework/location-of-the-boys/church-meeting. I miss her so much, it's not that I feel guilty to be enjoying these moments on my own, it's just that every moment feels tinged with a kind of sadness that she isn't here holding my hand just being together and enjoying all of this.
I love you Marianne.
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