Light in Berkeley

I will miss walking between the train station and my apartment, both in the mornings and in the evenings, and catching glimpses of the hills where I can see further between the trees. Even when it’s not yet evening, and there’s no lights on them, they still seem to twinkle at me through sloping sunlight that somehow makes everything look as though it might through a child’s eyes: very new, very clean, very untouched and innocent and dreamy.

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