Bus Report #162

There was a brilliant sunrise this morning, all orange and pink and bright.
The Russian Businessman and I admired it.
He pointed towards the other end of Geary. "Look," he said. "It looks like those buildings are on fire."
I looked where he was pointing. A row of buildings shimmered with orange light, the reflection of the sunrise.
"It's only on the buildings, not on the dome of the church," he pointed out.
It was beautiful.