Who would guess,\\\” he

Who would guess,\” he teased, \”that I’d ever see you on a rooftop with straw in your hair?\” Kit giggled. \”Are you saying I’ve turned into a crow?\” \”Not exactly.\” His eyes were intensely blue with merriment. \”I can still see the green feathers if I look hard enough. But they’ve done their best to … Read more

Up there we see

Up there we see everything, Oakland to the left, El Cerrito and Richmond to the right, Marin forward, over the Bay, Berkeley below, all red rooftops and trees of cauliflower and columbine, shaped like rockets and explosions, all those people below us, with humbler views; we see the Bay Bridge, clunkety, the Richmond Bridge, straight, … Read more