& i miss this moment the way the son misses having glasses to shield itself from the harsh rays of reality we have come to live by.
& i long for the wind on my face the way im sure the tops of towers wish to be caressed by the same hands that built and birthed them.
& i miss the view and the way the sun teases your eyes as it falls over the edge of the bay at the end and the way the stars make up for it by being utterly climatic.
& i long for timeshares with this bridge on tours where we freeze but understand the beauty of california because we left it
