for a panoramic view of the downtown skyline as it lights up for the night—a much quieter alternative to the more crowded Harbor Island.
Now, the sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bruised purples and deep oranges. The marine layer—the "June Gloom" that the locals warned about—hadn't burned off; it had settled in, wrapping the city in a cool, damp embrace. I was supposed to be at a taco shop in Old Town, meeting friends for margaritas. Instead, I was standing on a street corner where the pavement was cracking and the murals were watching me.