I got out of bed at 3:30 am to the smell of fire. I walked outside of my balcony and noticed the sky had a pinkish hue. Falling down were bits of debris. I felt ash on the wooden ledge but couldn’t see any evidence of a fire. I proceeded to the internet and saw that Napa and Sonoma counties were currently experiencing forrest fires. My heart is with them.
This was an extremely unsettling week for me. I was not affected personally, but those close to me were.
Drenched in an eerie thick blanket of fog with misty sprinkles all along the Bay.
San Francisco was solemn, grey, and with an almost somber feeling of dismay.
Even though it was a Thursday, Clement street was empty, desolate, and littered with a tinge of darkness. This is the San Francisco I’ve grown to know, the San Francisco that most don’t tell you about.