Forgive Us In Our Trespasses

I entered two different places with two different sets of people. Now we went to these places with the intention of looking around and admiring the sights these places offer. One was a historic place somewhere south of Burlingame. It's part of Caira's godparents bonding a day before her christening. It was fortunate someone somewhere left a door unlocked in this place. Hence, we would not enjoy giving ourselves a private tour in a very big house with a nice view of the garden.

The other one was a new townhouse project on a hill in San Francisco. Lying among these construction was a hill that has a nice view of the coast. Again, in a case of good timing, a security guard somehow decided not to come work on a Saturday. With the car camouflaged in a tower of wooden board, another friend and I risked life and limb hiking up the hill just to catch the full moon.

The weather cooperated very well, no one stopped us, we pretty much got what we wanted and in a personal way had a euphoric experience...for me it was a tad of wonder why everything went so right on this day yet in actuality what I did was just wrong. Is it possible that such reality of guilt was surpassed by the thrill of doing something pleasurable? I would guess so.