San Francisco Rooftopping: Ghost City – California, U.S.A.
It’s past 2 and late.
The wind is picking up, and police sirens wail away, darting around downtown.
San Francisco feels like it always does on the street at this time, excited noises scattered about with a cold breeze whipping by. There’s a familiar fog crowding the sky, and an unchanging exodus as clubs and bars shut down for the night.
Somewhere though, San Francisco is much different.
Somewhere high.
Here the wind is constant, and noises fleeting. The San Francisco fog layers the city in a smoky canvas that causes the night lights to smear and glow.
People seem to move slower, and the cars morph from color to color as they pass by sign after neon sign.
You could just as much be dreaming, the view would feel the same. It’s dark and the fog radiates through a light that betrays your senses; it looks all too much like a dream you’ve had before.
Come back down though, piercing through the gray fog, and all of a sudden it’s gone.
You’re back now, you’re in San Francisco.
This is no ghost city.
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