A Winter’s Eve in May
Daytime highs were in the low 80s today but it was a San Francisco winter — the kind Mark Twain supposedly quipped about — in Cesar Chavez Park around sunset this evening. A cold stiff westerly breeze blew in the fog and mostly blotted out the sun, not without drama, while gaps in the ground layer revealed blue sky above. Strong waves foamed over the rip-rap; one of them got me wet.
