Sunny days in SF.

The temperature was perfect, a degree that allowed for comfortable walking, at ease eating, and ice cream that kept its composure. The activities of the day were just as comparable to the the flawless weather with a balance of experiences inspected within the confines of my own thoughts and ones I shared with the others around me. As the sun was starting a new day somewhere else, it did not leave without showing the city what magnificent colors lie within. If I had taken 10 minutes somewhere else than I would not be biking through the Presisdio when that sun slipped under the horizon with the distinguished shadow of the Farallon Islands standing tall in the ocean, a rarity to be seen from the shores of San Francisco.