When the sun sets on a crisp San Francisco day,
it stops to embrace the city as it leaves the world to the night.
The golds and greens of the painted ladies
embrace the sky in rounded eyes.
Light shimmers into the coming fog as the sun trips into the Pacific.
3 comments:
Love the poem/photo story! Mom
You are so alive to the world. DOD
Beautiful! There are many great spot in san francisco for postcards! :)
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