As Molly and I crossed the Golden Gate Bridge, I looked in my rear view mirror. Behind me, the bridge's north tower rose up through the fog, reaching skyward. We saw no bay to the east, no Alcatraz, no Angel Island. Nor did we see San Francisco to the southeast or the deep blue Pacific to the west. All we saw was the bridge and the vehicles and the gray that enveloped everything.
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