Thursday, July 13, 2006

The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco?


The fog rolls in
on little cat feet
and sits there, as though waiting for a mouse



OK, so it not actually cold outside in the absolute sense of things, but it is not exactly warm enough to walk to the bus in a tank top, either. (Not that it's warm enough in my office to wear a tank top anyway.) But the Los Angeleans insist that this is by far colder than any summer has a right to be.

The fog came in a few weeks ago and just stayed. When I was in the car this morning the fog was thick until after Daly City, when it cleared up right away. This evening it was sunny all the way back, with just hints of fog at the tops of the mountains visible from the 280, until Daly City again, when it became like driving through Tahoe just as it's getting ready to snow. There's not much of a view from the house now, although the street lights and car headlights trace nice patterns in the sky.

1 comment:

Roger said...

Me too!

http://bloggershepherd.blogspot.com/2007/08/san-francisco.html