WE'RE STAYING AT MY OTHER BROTHER BRANDON'S FLAT.  Downtown San Diego.  Gas Lamp District.

It's flat here, unlike our town.

From my perch, the tree top jiggles in the breeze.  Quiet people walk and buildings hum.

It's early.

Single cars stop and move on.

We're going to pop down to ground level where we hope to find two of the many free bikes that roam the streets.

Then, gentle-pedal to breakfast.