I've only been to San Francisco once, but even almost a year later I still find myself day dreaming hazy, magical day dreams of drives over the Bay Bridge listening to Creedence Cleerwater... It has been on a loop in my mind. I find myself humming this song all the time, thinking of the blue bay water and the soft moss that grows on the trees in Marin. It has stayed with me. I'm enchanted by it - partially because when I think of Northern California, I associate it with the 1960s and 70s and certain hippie movements that evoke freedom.
Maybe its the fabled streets, the imprint left behind by the beat poets and prolific writers who called this city home. Or maybe its the nearby surfers who continue to add an air to San Francisco. The city is like a mysterious woman. It is one of America's quieter cities, but nonetheless robust in presence.
