Missing San Diego

01Feb07

The grey sky looms low, clouds roll, winds blow.
I stand solo in the frigid air, bare feet freezing on the concrete below me. 
I cross my arms and shiver; I am not accustomed to winter despite once living in Virginia.
And now I have returned, my indian summer’s spurned.  The sun-kissed glow is slowly ceding to pallid form.
I hold [...]

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