Make Good Options

The door opened and I saw that outside was a world full of flower petals and sunlight where the ocean roared and beautiful secrets whispered in the wind. I never hesitated. I walked out into it and became amazed I had ever been able to exist anywhere else.

Sushi at Barracuda. Delfina's Pizza. Sweet nothings at La Bohemme.


A person made of money and inclined to make the effort could eat at a different, independently owned San Francisco restaurant each meal every day for a year and not even exhaust half of their options.

Or if its the ocean you'd rather devour, how do you take it?

With or without mist?


With or without bonfires?


With or without the wonders of the world?



Leaving has nothing to do with leaving. It has to do with arriving, someplace else.