Wet-sidewalk gray, a range of coffee shop metallics, street light white-to-gold, mass-transit blue.
Around the corner, down the block. Very occasionally the door behind the gate is open, and you can peer down the long, dark hall for a glimpse of fluorescent-lit kitchen.
8pm, taken over the shoulder with iPhone.
I love the clean-slate-ness of New Years. We're rolling into 2017 with optimism and energy, intent on channeling it towards the year's many looming challenges.
Walking in the shadow of the Transamerica Pyramid.
Tracking local caffeine availability is key.