Fall in San Francisco
By heinzs
The season's first rain, an October event, catches unwary tourists surprised and unprepared. Rain? In California? Little do they know the rain brings warmth to break Summer's bitter cold. Tropical winds carry storms across the not-so-Pacific. From far Hawaii to the west, or Chile to the south. Rain and wind - that's all. Snow a rare event to be marveled at and commented by all. Brown hills eagerly drink their fill, soon to turn green as lush new growth responds to the long-awaited wet. Pelicans and seals revel on the docks, begging loudly for the fishermen's scraps - a veritable seafood feast. The cool days shorten while a uniform grey hue spreads out over all from overcast skies. In the mist, the distant hills take on the look of ghosts. Images dim on the horizon while bay waters, too, darken. Downtown wakes anew, anticipating the holidays. Christmas plans already made two days before Halloween. The city bustles with renewed vigor. It is a time for joy, a time for life! 10/29/2001 Written October 29th, 2001 © on Oct 29 2001 12:36 PM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl 0 • 10
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