Cables tied to concrete and hung from Golden towers held suspended above the bay. They call it the gateway, I call it home. On my evening drive I see the sunset on the horizon glinting off the blue pacific, leaving tall shadows in its wake. In the morning the brightness reflects across a cloudless sky.
This is the best I could do today. It’s been a long week and I tried to do something not related to my NaNo story. Later today or tomorrow I plan to post an excerpt.