Commute to work

Fog is the SE was dense and thick, could taste it, the regular commuer douchbags were still thinking it's a road race over the hawthorne bridge - like usual, I guess.  I climbed up Montgomery- west side, mid way up the fog started to break, hit Sylvan top of the hill, the sun broke, the skys were blue. All was right. Some euphoric ambient tunes in the ears, made me appriciate Fridays even more.