Morning in Berkeley

Visiting a friend in downtown Berkeley. I'm awake first. It's 7 a.m. on a clear blue Sunday. The window is open and I don't hear one car or neighbor or human voice.  The city is silent except for bird chirps.


  1. nice...don't forget to pick up my winning ticket.

  2. I think that moments like that happen so frequent and often, and were not present in the moment to recognize when they are unfolding before us. Sometime just go sit on a bench by the sundial bridge, and be present, and observe life happening. I hope you all have a wonderful day. cheers, Greg