It made me happy.
I then moved to the Golden Gate bridge an hour before sunset, met by the fog on the Bay that I was hoping for. No golden light from the sun was cutting through the thick fog, only a small portion of the bridge was visible, while the rest was lost in the dark blue mist. There still were so many people leaving a warm and bright place, heading towards what they could not see at the end of the bridge, if there was an end, looking for something either better or entirely different, or simply crossing without knowing why. Shall we cross the bridge?
This is an image of contrasts to reflect my contrasting feelings when I took it: the busy warm scene on the bottom left of the frame, against the empty cold mist on the top right of the frame where the bridge is pointing to. This image is a metaphor: the composition reinforces the metaphor.