This was a good day. Long and exhausting, but good. We ate breakfast at Urth and then hit the road. Maybe we had talked ourselves out over the fun weekend, but we were a little more quiet on the way home. Big hugs, I love you’s and I hopped on the BART train. Settling into the seat I was exhausted. Me with a few less jars than when the journey started. The golden light filtered in through the dirty windows making the train car feel like an old time-y picture. I devoured a few more pages of Game of Thrones as the train sped north.