San Francisco

August 2, 2017: Foggy

The crisp air flooded his face with refreshing sensation. Just ahead lay his imagination, where his hopes and fears merge in thick entanglement. Stance wide, collar up and hands in jacket pockets, he closed his eyes and took a deep breathe. He inhaled scents of fresh eucalyptus and he exhaled in exaltation. The details blurred into a foggy essence, cooling his sensations, mellowing his nerves, and lifting his spirits.


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