Simple Pleasures

I ran after work, on a dirt path that winds along the bay, between the Pete's Harbor and the San Carlos Airport. When I started the run, a good band was practicing in a storage unit across the slough. The guitar was sinuous and languid, but the drums were staccato, and the vocals were sharp. It was an interesting sound. A few minutes later three of those long "crew boats" paddled by, full of young guys rowing in unison. As I finished the run, the sun was low in the west, and the light was golden.