Wispy streams of white and gray flowing slowly, softly on the cool breeze. So unlike the dynamic shapes of the clouds in Boston and Chicago, these are more subtle, requiring more imagination to fit into definitive mythical shapes.
Wraiths and ghosts are not too tough but not as whimsical as a penis devouring a dragon. Perhaps when the weather warms in September the clouds will get more defined.
The fog rolls in overnight to cover the whole city, sometimes the whole area. Above the fog, from Mount Tamalpais, the low down cloud of fog is revealed. The sun shines on Tamalpais but not on Golden Gate Park or Twin Peaks or The Mission. The East Bay clears first, then east of Twin Peaks is bathed in sunlight. Golden Gate Park must wait, but today the fog recedes out to the ocean and seems to wait for it's chance to return.
About Me
- Philo
- Mostly, I guess, really, I mean usually, the majority of the time, within reason and without cause, I am very direct. I neither palaver nor prevaricate although, mostly, with some variations, I do augment the truth sometimes without getting to any serious point whatsoever. Sometimes not. I like words. English words usually since it is both my mother and father tongue. I like Spanish words with multiple r's and the lost letters in French as well as the jarring nature of German and the flow of vowel rich Russian.
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