Jack London Aquatic Center,
Hello. We meet again. Nothing especially tumultuous–the night was just so shrouded I had to come say hi & explore her mystery. With my Lindsay, of course.
I guess if I was hoping for some introspective revelatory discoveries, the basic wary almost-fear this amount of fog incites in me is hindering it.
Why do I fear the so much fog? Is it the unknown? The secrets or surprises it may spring? How do I feel more danger on a night that itself discourages rabble-rousers from going about?
I wish I had the single courage to walk this pier & enjoy this divine treat. But I can only stand briefly by my car & gaze out at the dark reflectivity of what must be water.
There will be other nights. Until then, JLAC & Oakland piers.