This is the view from my terrace. I took a few pictures and stitched them together into a panoramic--the effect is a bit odd, I realize. The view stretches from Alameda at the far left all the way past Richmond at the far right, with San Francisco, Sausalito, and Marin visible across the Bay. I have watched over these cities and this world for eighteen--almost nineteen--years, and I never get tired of it. The view is always unique, always interesting. The sky lights up with golden fire in the evenings, and the mornings bring sweeping greyscale monuments of clouds. The nights are lit by the city itself, glowing with a thousand points of light and life. This is my world. I love it, and I belong to it. I am, to the heart and soul, a child of the Bay Area.