Along the Golden Gate Bridge. 6pm is a good time to walk the bridge and catch the ‘breeze’ in all its howling strength. Be not fooled by the bright blue of clear skies. Memory recalls wind trumping the sound of (smooth) traffic.
Twenty minutes took us a third of the way. Took a break behind the first tower, a hulking vermillion behemoth reaching straight upwards into a still-lit evening blue. Dizzying straight lines of rivets and bolts. Silence here in the shade. Then i realised they were here too, dressed up and inspired on the bridge built in 1937.