A video poem about aging/the changing of the seasons. Inspired by the signs that winter is about to happen here in this town that "has no seasons." Just like everywhere I've lived there is a pungency, a dryness in the whispering breeze that will grow into a raging wind in a few weeks, a stillness and a beautiful pearlescent sky.
Shot today on my way home, the scenic route through San Francisco's beautiful Civic Center. Edited this in Splice on my IPhone. A lovely way to end the afternoon and begin twilight.