We rode the ferry outside and on top on the way over, then tucked inside for the ride back. Waves rocked the boat that carried an eclectic group, lots of children and talking and a man singing Christmas carols, for some reason I didn't quite catch, though I enjoyed it.
I sat by the window, looking back at the city, as I was carried along, cradled past Alcatraz, the GG Bridge, Angel Island, Tiburon, Paradise, and San Quentin. Mt. Tam was wrapped in clouds and fog. Now, the night is alive. I am awake, and amazingly, the power is still on.
