Left my heart

I flew into SFO on Tuesday around noon. Sun rays shone through a patchy cloud covering over the San Francisco bay as we approached the peninsula from the south.

The elderly lady seated next to me looked past me out the window. "Doesn't look so nice out, does it."

"Really?" I replied. "I think it looks absolutely beautiful."

Nothing makes me remember how much I love San Francisco than leaving for a few weeks. It's really good to be home.