The view from our new home at dawn. I heart San Francisco.
Molly gets up early these days for her gig, and so, as a result, I do, too. I forgot how much I like being up real early. There's a quiet thoughtfulness, a sort of sleepy fuzziness, that takes the edge off of the world and makes everything a little more palpable. And it's great to draw in. As I get older, I'm finding less and less reasons to bar hop until 4 AM, and more reasons to get up early and work on my projects.
My god, I'm turning into my father.
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