WHAT THE WATER GAVE ME

WHAT THE WATER GAVE ME

The water gave me the fog that clung to the treetops and the top of Twin Peak, shrouded the suburbs below until it had erased them; the water gave me the ocean waves lapping against sand and dedicated surfers, under grey morning skies as we hiked through the Lands End Lookout; it gave the seabirds a place to congregate at the Sutro Baths, and swirled around the rocky ledges of the cliffs. We drove through winding hills, gold and brown and green, north to Muir Woods, as the light turned tree-dappled, and as we drove back towards the city, the water reflected the horizon in shades of red and gold.

The water gave me stormy clouds over the Golden Gate Bridge during the long walk from the Wave Organ to Marshall’s Beach, and foregrounded the iconic sight with the drama of white foam and crashing waves. The water gifted the moment when the sun broke through the dimming light for a split second, lit up the horizon line and turned everything blue and gold.

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