Blue city

I first read this book two years ago and think of it often. And this passage always reminds me of flying home for Christmas when I was in college, and how my father would meet me at the airport and we would drive over the bridge:

“For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away […] One soft humid early spring morning driving a winding road across Mount Tamalpais, the 2,500-foot mountain just north of the Golden Gate Bridge, a bend reveals a sudden vision of San Francisco in shades of blue, a city in a dream, and I was filled with a tremendous yearning to live in that place of blue hills and blue buildings, though I do live there, I had just left there after breakfast…”

Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost

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