New York really does shine during the transitional seasons; Spring and Fall bring about parties, events, and new street styles to be inspired by. It's no wonder people love living in California, we all seem to come alive during these temperate months of the year. Currently, New York's grey skies punctuated by crisp winds and the golden glow of autumn leaves have me dreaming of home, and that ever comforting blanket of silvery-grey fog. I'm missing you, San Francisco.
Though I think I can comfortably call New York home by this point (you guys it's been six months!), San Francisco will always have a draw for me. The city by the bay evokes in me a romantic, film noir sort of feeling and just recalling her constant breeze of ocean air makes me feel alive.
San Francisco, awash in cool greys and whites highlighted with muted versions of every color in the rainbow, makes me feel like a kid again. Maybe it is that I spent so many afternoons as a kid, touring around the city's sights with my family, that I feel this way. I learned that city's number one rule on those days; always bring a jacket, for come five o'clock, the fog rolls in and the wind whips your hair into a chaotic frenzy. Then the warmth of a crowded restaurant, or a living room full of dear friends, embraces you, and that evening cold dissipates into a feeling of the utmost comfort.
San Francisco, oh my romantic city on her hills. She speaks to me in ways I cannot describe, though I could wax poetic about her all day. San Francisco arouses in me a desire to play hooky, to go outside and explore all that is around me. San Francisco makes me want to stay home and enjoy the company of a good book. She makes me dream in cool hues and breathe deep the fresh air. She reveals to me her hidden gems, but only if I am willing to look for them.
San Francisco where the shadows are long and the light is always perfect. That little city in Northern California that seems to know all of my secrets and whispers poetry in my ear. She excites me, no matter the time of day she is energetic yet calm, cool and collected. I long for her tinkling bells and her dramatic hills. I ache for her gaily painted houses and my angel-headed hipsters, all covered in a cool, grey blanket of fog.
I miss you, I love you, San Francisco. Now is not the time, but one day I will be back.