It's a rare crystal-clear day here in the city by the bay, and readers, it is a true delight. Even up in Twin Peaks, a notoriously fog-filled neighborhood, I could make out the Golden Gate Bridge peeking out from over the distant hills. The beach and slate blue water lifted their omnipresent veil and called to me. I've got all my fingers and toes crossed that this beautiful clarity lasts through the weekend.

Since I'll be staring at the walls of a cubicle for the rest of the day, I need a little reminder of the gorgeous scene unfolding outside, and a little boost to get through this last day of the work week. Read more. . . .