Silvanus + Heather // San Francisco

‘At the end of our streets is sunrise;
At the end of our streets are spars;
At the end of our streets is sunset;
At the end of our streets the stars.

Ever the winds of morning
Are cool from the flashing sea-
Flowing swift from our ocean,
Till the fog-dunes crumble and flee.’

- ‘The City By The Sea — San Francisco’ by George Sterling