I drove over to Hayward last week to hang out with my mom and make pumpkin bread. It started out cloudy and a bit drizzly when I left and headed over the bridge in a blanket of fog.
Then through the woods and up the super steep hill the clouds broke apart and I rose above them.
Up through the trees and past 6 stop signs.
Finally the last stop sign and then...
I'm home.
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