SeaQuake

The San Francisco Bay is alive. Currents push in and out of the channels like blood moving through the chambers of a heart. Its floor moves. There is always a slight earthquake happening on the boat ride to Alcatraz, but the movement is soothing. Like any good piece of art, the unsteady tides of the San Francisco Bay create tension and release. I’d be a bit lost without it. Finding one’s sea legs is a good metaphor for navigating the curveballs of the larger world.