Mike and I biked through the lower hills in north Berkeley and Kensington this evening. The views were gorgeous. The snapshot moments are more obvious from the heights than they are lower down, but that's part of the charm of the lower hills. The view of the setting sun lighting the white plaster of the mission chapel, bracketed by trees and with a backdrop of clouds and the water of the bay, is as lovely in its own way as the panoramic hilltop views. It's a matter of composition.

• Currently drinking: Vanilla hazelnut tea