Searching for the good kind of quiet

It's tough coming back from the wilderness. Without fail, I approach the Bay Bridge and am suddenly side-swiped by complicated emotions. I'm relieved to see the familiar skyline draped in fog or seared by sunset, the glowing freeway exits and pulsing city lights. Memories emerge-- I'm twelve again, squabbling with my brother in Dad's blue … Continue reading Searching for the good kind of quiet