What I've been looking at:
It's really pretty here, isn't it? Did you notice the fog rolling in? I'm not a poetry genius, but I do remember this poem from Carl Sandburg.
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
We'll be moving on tomorrow ourselves. A night in LA.
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