It was a day like most others, except that the mist had a tender feel to it. I wanted a ferry ride, and to get that you go down to the Embarcadero in San Francisco, where well-scrubbed red and white ferries carry passengers slowly back and forth between the city of cities and a string of picturesque little towns across the Bay. There's no way to describe how magnificent that feels unless you've gone on a ferry ride yourself. I hope you've done it. So I found my deck and settled there, and for a while just watched the seagulls stabbing after food bits and having fun being aloft.
Seagulls are always aloftier than thou, and they know it.
Watching the sleekness of their split-second dives and leaps, I don't blame them for bragging a little. Then I closed my eyes and yes, there was that reassuring warm pulse from the sun, and the spray, which was jumping with life and willing to include me in. Resting there, I thought about something I had done earlier in the week which I now wished I hadn't. This person came up and requested a certain file while I was focused hard on another project. And I wasn't rude because of the interruption, I was rude because I don't like the person very well, and the interruption gave me an excuse to express it.