to the San Francisco fog.

your grey haze casts over us

for what feels like everyday, all the time. 

you make the neighborhood’s colored houses a little brighter

and the occasional tree or flower patch a little more vibrant. 

your absence ensures every city-dweller to never take blue skies for granted–

pale skin absorbing golden rays,

no longer concealed by sweaters and scarves and coats. 

lazy quiet afternoons hidden indoors are a necessity with you,

which are best accompanied by

a warm baking oven and thoughts scribbled along lined paper. 

You’re sluggish and muggy,

but you make a sourdough grilled cheese taste like heaven. 

with love,


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