Mileage
Today: 3
Present: 62
Count: 9
There mere thought of moving, and all I can think about is not living on Bernal Hill. I can roll out of bed, drag myself up some stairs and dance in the mist.
This morning, I couldn't see the rooftops below, the entire city shrouded in a gentle mist. It wasn't quite fog, a Bernal version of the Sutro Soup. Quick run, get the heart rate up and off to see the day.
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