The train smelled and sounded familiar. Old faces. Old scenery. I saw University. I saw El Camino. The Stanford shuttle buses. Clipper cards.
But this time, a little different right? Out on the southside on a real bike. A building with keycard access only. Fraiche had moved and expanded. The air was different, maybe hopeful and wiser.
It had been 15 months since I had set foot in the city in the same way.