Last Thursday I went on a wonderful hike with my Mom and younger sister, Winnie, in Tennessee Valley, across the Golden Gate Bridge from San Francisco. I was having a *benign* tumor removed from my ankle the following morning and the thought of being off my feet for a few weeks was frightening. Our hike was cold, foggy and drizzling rain and was in my mind, perfection. When we reached Tennessee Valley Beach the waves were crashing against the cliffs and we walked around looking at the small rocks that were wet from the dew and picked up the best heart shaped rock we could find; a tradition in our family. I came across this beautiful wet feather and wanted to take a photograph of it, to be able to look it while I recover from surgery and know that being still is needed every once in a while.
