It all happened so fast I’m not sure I could separate the two even if I tried, so here goes: the Redwoods and San Francisco, forests made of different trees. Maybe they aren’t so different after all. Both live and breathe with a magnetic energy we couldn’t refuse, they teem with life in all its forms. They sit magnificent and solid in a world that swirls and changes around them, immune to flights of temporary fancy. It’s really something.