A heavy blanket of clouds hang over the Golden Gate promising the rains will return a a few days
The lighthouse across the way waits for dusk to begin to call out
The grey clouds bring out the lush colors as the stair winds up the hill
What a beautiful sunset it would be if more then a few rays could break through
There she sits waiting for the evening glow so she can begin to inspire once again
The tug slides in while the workers rush home
What a view and ride for your way home from work
On the way to the lookout colors stop us in our tracks
The clouds burn
The moon rises for a moment but finds itself insignificant so quietly disappears
Our destination is just a bit futther
Dusk begins to slip slowly into evening
Chen concentrates on the beauty all around
What a magnificent place we live in
At last, the scene we came for before realizing how much more beautiful the wait would be
No words are really needed