“It’s a beautiful day. Don’t let it get away,” my husband emails, quoting Bono.
So I’m writing with urgency, eager to leave my computer for the Bay, the perfect rhyme to day and away.
I’ll feel the same tomorrow. What day isn’t beautiful this time of year? Why let any of them get away?
At the cusp of summer, light is long and weather moderate, mostly. Despite the leonine roars of a changing...