Russian Hill

The steep hill allowed me to see views of Alcatraz- deep blue sea and sky- with the towering mountains of Marin in the distance. Through the tall buildings on the hill I could see pieces of the brilliant red bridge. As I walk down the hill a block that feels like a country mile, I eventually hit the street that runs horizontal to that hill. Its halfway up and feels like a mountain path, but is a hustling and bustling city street. Polk. A long straight line with with friends, yoga pants, grocery bags, and backpacks. One one end- city hall, homeless people, and cheap motels- the other; the brilliant blue I started my walk staring at.