The rain sent me into a period of sadness that was difficult to shake. Everything I looked at was blanketed in a nostalgic mist. A soft focus seemed to sentimentally tell me to look at everything and appreciate it because it would soon be taken away from me. Every time I turn a bend and see the bay or the city or that famous bridge, I have to say to myself, this is a beautiful place and I am appreciating it right now. I drive around listening to the Toni Childs CD I bought, to replace the tape I once had. She can sing a sad song, and there is a song on it called "Where is the Ocean." It is about loss and leaving and ends with the line "the ocean's here" repeated several times. I drove up 101 to Trader Joe's in the rain leaving around 4 o'clock. So I stood in traffic and rain for nearly an hour and a half trying to get ten miles. I told myself that I was in a beautiful place the entire time. The red tail lights moving in front of me, the white headlights coming toward me filtered by the rainy mist. Come dive into my ocean.