Flutterby™! : Good to be alive

Within two minutes of the ferry departure, I'm running across the parking lot towards the terminal, fumbling with my wallet, realizing that somehow I've left my TransLink card at home, when a woman sees my distress and hands me a ticket. On the ferry, most of the inside seats were full, so I sat on the back deck, watching the spray fly up behind us, the tanker with its tugboat escort on the way to the refinery in the east bay, Alcatraz in the mist, with the outline of the Golden Gate Bridge appearing occasionally through the fog, the cold wind tossing my hair in my eyes... I was reading some ebook on my Palm, but watching the other ferries leave wake as they scurried on their way, and passing the big lumbering container ships, I realized that the story contained there couldn't match up with the world. Most days are good days to be alive, but this one feels more that way.