Brief and bitterly cold wait. About 10 of us in the line had a little “freezing our asses off in the cold wind” bonding moment. Complaining and laughing about the miserable weather. I’m snug in the back seat of an older 2-door BMW. No radio. No talk. Both traffic and fog thin out as we speed closer to San Francisco in the Friday light traffic.
A lone white egret stands on a rock in the shallow water near the new Bay Bridge construction, gravely regarding the passing motor madness.
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