If it's raining and sunny at the same time, that's a Monkey's Wedding. Winter in San Francisco holds many Monkey Weddings. Sure, it can be just plain gray and pouring down in dreary sheets of rain. But then come the moments of transition, the windy, dramatic points of change. Sometimes this happens when I am on the ferry back to Oakland. I've been doing this commute for nearly ten years and, at least a few times each winter season, I get a night that pleases me no end. It's blustery on the top deck of the Encinal. There's no other fool up there with me except the captain, ensconced in his cozy pilot house. Me, I'm wrapped in fleece and my biking jacket with the rain tail, gazing gazing gazing at a city that I find endlessly beautiful.
