Sun trickles down the hills,
the air is changing, and I can
feel the whisper of fall crisply
in my ears. The world spins a
little faster, and time begins to
swim away, the new year
getting closer.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

In May, the fog slips
Into the city nestling
Against glass and steel
I am perched at the bar and
Swim in music and murmurs
Sun trickles down the hills,
the air is changing, and I can
feel the whisper of fall crisply
in my ears. The world spins a
little faster, and time begins to
swim away, the new year
getting closer.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina