I’ve been taking the long way to work lately. Along the bay, past the fancy sailboats docked in the little south harbor. I avoid my previous path that took me down a sidewalk covered with fresh urine puddles. This way is better. Even though it’s longer. Two mornings in a row, golden rays shot down on the East Bay from below the low clouds. This day, just as I passed the boats, all the traffic noises of the city stopped for a moment. So, I stopped walking and just listened and watched. I heard water gently hitting the sides of the boats and the slap of a morning runner’s feet as they approached and then passed.