The first thing my husband and I noticed about our condo when we were looking for our San Francisco home was the view. Then all the other attributes of this complex came into play; they were right for us, but it was the view that sold us.
I start most mornings sitting in the living room, coffee in hand, focusing on gratefulness. I watch night slowly give way to day, see the ships glide into and out of San Francisco Bay, look at Mt. Tamalpais, Angel Island and Tiburon, or enjoy the fog on the bay or enveloping the neighborhood.
We watch the afternoon sun shining on Russian Hill, making it look more magical than ever, and glorious sunsets.
When the recent fires were raging in Sonoma and Napa counties, the view was ominous for days, but when the westerly winds finally kicked back in, the view of blue skies was more appreciated than ever.
Never the same, changing hour to hour, I'm thankful for the ever-changing view.