A Morning Love Affair
Every morning, I wake up to a view of downtown San Francisco. If I’m up early enough, I would watch the sun rise, illuminating the San Francisco skyline. Just outside my window, in the not-so-far distance, is the city hall with its gold-embossed dome top glittering in the sun. Among the myriad of square-shaped buildings, the unique silhouettes of St. Mary’s Cathedral and the Transamerica Pyramid call out for recognition. And the beauty of the landscape is further enhanced by the shimmering water of the Bay and the serene mountains of Mount Diablo contrasting against the linear shapes and contours of the city. The first sounds of city life start around 6:30: the garbage man picking up the week’s trash; dogs taking their early morning stroll through the park; city dwellers making their way to the local coffee shop and work. As I listen and watch, I find myself in awe, overwhelmed by the colors and distinctive personality of this wonderful city.
But when I reflect on my morning love affairs with San Francisco, wondering if there could be anything more beautiful than such an experience, the thought of waking up to the face and warmth of a beloved partner lying beside me comes to mind instead. Though waking to a view of San Francisco is undoubtedly amazing, I must admit that there is nothing more intimate and awe-inspiring than starting my day in bed with a loved one. During those quiet moments of the morning, when the troubles of the world seem far away and he is still deep in slumber, I often study the contours and expressions of his face, touched by the innocence and vulnerableness that is exhibited only when he’s asleep. I would watch him wake, greeting me with a sleepy smile and the first sweet kiss of the day. On days when there is no schedule to abide by, we would lay in each other’s arms until noon, basking in each other’s warmth, dozing in and out of sleep. We would talk, daydream, share little stories while we slowly make our way to the waking world. Tea is served to help ease us into the day but we often continue lounging until the guilt of a wasted day finally hits us.
It is during these simple moments that I find myself falling in love all over again, knowing that there could be nothing more beautiful and wonderful to begin the day. And it is these moments that makes all the effort, frustrations and difficulties of a relationship worthwhile.
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I couldn’t agree with you more about this city – I’m in love with SF every morning and it feels like I’m always dreaming!
I’m sure many of us in SF have two loves: this city and that person. Unfortunately my person is a friend that I do not get to wake up to, but I can relate with how wonderful that would feel. Maybe someday.
Until then I have the city! ;D
Beautiful post!
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Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful!! I love this blog entry Meg!
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