I find myself drawn to Grace Cathederal on Nob Hill. I was raised catholic, and am no longer religious. But since I was a young boy singing in the choir, I have found a strange source of peace and solace there. I think it is stemmed in my deep passion for architecture... and this cathederal holds an omnious, yet comforting noise of silence that allows me to digress into a quite place deep inside my soul.

There are also quite a few other places that I find serve me in the same way. The Japanese Tea Garden in Golden Gate Park -my favorite spot to sit when its raining. There is a tea hut here which serves hot teas, that rests atop a pond- perfect for listening to the rain drops hit the water.
The park near the Berkeley marina with all of the random metal sculptures embedded into the hill sides. The park sits on a small peninsula. A path leads to the very tip which extends out into the bay. At the very end there is a large wooden log where you can sit and watch the entire north bay- the golden gate bridge, the sail boats, and the fog roll in. Nothing but the silence of a breeze from the bay.
There are also quite a few small rivers, that turn into brooks and lead to lakes in the area that are accessible with a little bit of hiking.

I have been so busy lately that I have nearly forgotten of these places that I like to go! Just thinking about them puts me in a different state of mind.
Now I know what I must do this weekend.

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Nate

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