12 May 2006

cliff notes

     Thick fog pours from a weakening twilight sky, swallowing even the darkest-green canyon-shadowed leaves. For once this city lies hidden, and oddly at peace. I stand at the edge of the familiar cliff like countless times before, but this time the fog feels eerily similar to pouring rain. Billions of microscopic droplets apply welcomed pressure to my naked arms and face. My eyes scan the horizon, but for once this city lies hidden, and oddly at peace.