midnight motorway noises

So. Suffocated by San Francisco's story cut short I sprinted east for mouthfuls of fresh air in this smog saturated city.

I craved a cigarette, grainy down the pipe walls of my throat and the way these cities make you feel like an eyelash caught on somebody's cheek... An unasked wish waiting to be carried off by this blustering breeze.

And so. Through the smog I glimpse that fog and the way it embraces those hills - white grey and green with asphalt. I'll be back, i'll be back, illbebackyes and they will be embracing still.