The man who can’t be moved
The streets of City by the Bay has the coldest nights. Compared to the extreme weather in Bryce Canyon, UTAH and Grand Canyon, Arizona, the summer nights in San Francisco could prevent you from getting out of your apartment. Bearing the temperature of merely 50F, we were out walking with hoodies, from Van Ness Avenue towards Fisherman Wharf. Being no rich travelers who could afford hundred bucks of luxurious King Crab, we headed for the authentic stalls at the wharf which sells the famous chowder with the very much affordable buns.
It was when we passed by a bread factory that we were attracted to this guy. Through the glass back wall of the bakery, his diligence caught our eyes. His moves was so routine yet professional. It was over 9 on the clock, he was working and he nodded when I took his picture. So I smiled back.
Life’s simple and easy if we make it that way.
I wish I am as simple as him.
