UPHILL LIKE STRAIGHT INTO THE SKY
i woke early & went running along the seabreeze… sun climbing the steel beams of the bay bridge as the city collectively rolled out of bed & into an office chair.
i had covered maybe two miles in the blue air of morning (russian hill, north beach, chinatown) when i decided to retrace, as much as i could, the famous scene in hitchcock’s vertigo where jimmy stewart shadows kim novak around nob & russian hills.
morning is such an optimistic period.
then i grew tired of such things, climbed the staircase to our apartment & had a bowl of yogurt while standing shirtless on the gorgeously-warm landing outside the bedroom doors.
