I am sitting in Big Red right now somewhere in Golden Gate Park. The
rain has paused a moment and the sun is sneaking under the rain clouds
for a brief moment before setting. The sunset sent fingers of light
through the gloom
ed. note-- I couldn't finish this post because the tow truck finally arrived for Big Red. As inconvenient as it was, BR decided to eat his own alternator in beautiful and peaceful Golden Gate Park. I am grateful it was there, and not on a freeway, or busy, gridlocked 19th Ave, or far from home.. It gave me a chance to watch an entire rainy sunset, which was prettier than it sounded. Especially as the dying light appeared rose pink through the tinted windows.