Wouldn't It Be Nice

It isn't rare in the Bay Area for a beautiful, 80 degree Saturday to start off looking a little gray.
Early morning at Rodeo Beach, the waves broke. The surfers took a hit, or two. Now if only the fog would do as the waves do. Break away. We knew it just had to be. We saw the sun and blue peaking through.







Little did we know it was waiting for us, to carry on our merry way back over the bridge and into the city. And there among the headlands, things really took off.







The blue sky has a say, and so do we: It's going to be a great biking day!



Wouldn't it be nice if it could last forever?





So let it, we say. Hours later (but who tells time in times like these) in the Sunset, with the sunset on its way, it's hard not to get picture happy. Jess took this of me, laughing. These shell wind-chimes aren't going anywhere.





Daylight dinner at Outerlands after a hot, sun-kissed afternoon. It's the only way to go, really. Biscuits and duck gravy.



Seafood stew...



...and cauliflower soup. Another way to go,



home along the road. Wouldn't it be nice if the sun came back tomorrow



and left us just the same.