There is the hustle and bustle around a place. And there is the feeling of a place and a time. With all the activity this weak in San Francisco and Dreamforce, there are the regular people carrying on with their days. Riding the BART or catching a bus. The photos are how this place feels for a moment, then somehow it becomes what we remember.
There was a the sound of the street performer drumming on pots, pans and buckets. The sly smile of the security guard at the children as trolly tickets were purchased. There was the look of approval and then of attentiveness as characters walked by. And the strong smell of burning (like fireworks on the fourth of July) after the trolly came back down the hill. And the city lights reflecting off the trolly tracks as cars drove up and down the hills of the city.
Take a moment to take it all in. The ordinary around you and stories untold begin to unfold before you. What will you notice today. What will you remember tomorrow. What stories will you tell yourself about these people you pass by on the street? How far have they traveled to be in this place, at this time? To arrive at, if just for a moment, the same place as you.
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