Sailing Home from Work

The days pass happily with me wherever my ship sails. ~ Joshua Slocum

The Ferry Boat pulling into Tiburon

I take the ferry home every day from San Francisco to Tiburon. After I take my daily stroll through the Ferry Building Marketplace on the Embarcadero in San Francisco, I walk out on a small pier and wait in line with other commuters as we wait for the incoming passengers to disembark the small blue and gold ferry boat. I board the boat, find my seat and off we go - heading out on to the sometimes-choppy waters of San Francisco Bay. We sail past Alcatraz and Angel Island and the Golden Gate Bridge and the sun on the water makes it glisten. It's a 20-minute slice of heaven. I type in a ship-to-shore text message to Brian, who waits for me every day with Walter and Henry, on the grassy lawn by the ferry dock. He sends me a return text message when he spots the boat coming around Angel Island.

When I get off the ferry, my eyes scan the area in search of my two fluffy, white angels. When I spot them, I smile. Sometimes Henry is off-leash and bounds onto the wooden dock to greet me with his beaming smile and as a bonus, he receives smiles and pets from all the passers-by. Walter waits impatiently on his leash, hanging close to his dad and lets out a little bark when he spots me. I can't think of a better way to end my work day than to meet all my boys by the wharf at the edge of this beautiful little town.

Lucky me!