Often it’s the little things. I was riding shotgun with Shmoopy across the Bay Bridge at sunset on Christmas Eve. We had been in Danville with family for hearty turkey and carbs luncheon-gift exchange-holiday cheer. As we crossed I was yakking on the phone with a friend, Babs, who lives far, far away in a snowy and rural place. And as we crossed the bridge the conversation gradually turned away from the “what are you doing tomorrow” and “what did you get everybody” to “You won’t believe the view I have of the Golden Gate Bridge out there” and then “Yea – they just turned the star on the Pyramid!” And by the time we were most-ways across, thanks to Shmoopy’s super-duper-safe driving, I was narrating for Babs about the gift-wrap box appearance of the Embarcadero towers and other illuminated landmarks. I hung up the phone and remarked to Shmoopy that San Francisco’s skyline looks even more remarkable when the buildings light up in December – but that none seems to go for any use of color, which is pretty common in LA.
And then we came over the far west end of the Bay Bridge, passing what (I think) is the US Bank tower which was lighted at the top in red and green. I oohed and pointed. And kept my eyes peeled. The Federal Building has some zig-zag color bars going on. And yes, off a ways and further west, I saw City Hall – all done up in red and green, and the gilded dome looking great for it. Maybe they’ll change the bulbs now that we’re in Kwaanza.
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