Rozanne lives on a foggy street in San Francisco and sometimes, on a sunny marsh on the peninsula. For work, she herds strategies, people who sometimes wear suits, and spreadsheets. For fun, she helps tend a creative cafe where friends sing, make art, and consume copious amounts of biscuits, curry and cake. To quiet things down, she cuts glass. Occasionally, a thought escapes the fog and lands on a page or, angels rejoice, in a lyric or line.