Fog horns.

Jun 14, 2015 00:25

I sit once again in Jeanne's apartment in the sunset district. In the distance I can hear fog horn from the ocean side. Before the city existed this whole area were sand dunes, wind, and fog rolling in from the ocean. In way a, it still feels like that on nights like this when the streets are empty, and and the ocean air funnels down the side streets. Its reflective, calming and certainly a contrast to SOMA, a bright, rich, centrally located part of SF that really feels like you are in the center of it all.

Last year I spent my trip mostly wandering the city by myself, and yet this year- without a job- jeanne wandered with me. Or rather we actually have had really organized days. Its felt like a lot of things, calming, vacationy- a seperation from my life. But its also felt reflective, and honestly kinda depressing and anxiety ridden toward the end. But thats because I realize when separated from it, that there is a lot in my life I have issue with. Yet for tonight I will just enjoy the company of a good friend, and a city that always felt a little like home, and a little like an escape in a day dream of fog.
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