…where I never get tired of the grays and whites that overtake the sky, where I search for a million ways to say the word fog to match the million ways I’ve seen it surround me, and fail, always fail, for there is no way to capture it, the drops that form overhead, as there is no way to hold forever the memories that make up a life, though I try; here, at the far end of the continent — Kyle Boelte on San Francisco, California
never heard fog spoken of so romantically before…one thing is for sure…one cannot hold fog down. 😉 Cheers!
I still enjoy the fog. Being born in San Francisco was a great treat and experience. Having lived in Texas and now Las Vegas ….. I have grown accustomed to the heat, though not more fond of it. My soul still remembers fog and cool nights and shadowy places and in my dreams I am always taken back to the Bay and moist breezes and foggy nights fed by the Pacific Ocean …. Home 🙂
Laurel Ann,
Time to come back then 🙂
I think you had a helluva busy week and should unwind through the weekend. 🙂