Description
The Other Side of the Door
PROLOGUE
THE CITY
The city is always gray. Even in March, the greenest month of all,
when the Presidio, and the Mission Hills, and the islands in the bay
are beautiful with spring, there’s only such a little bit of green gets
into the city! It lies in the lap of five hills, climbing upward
toward their crests where the trees are all doubled and bent by the
trade-wind. It seems to give its own color to the growing things in
it. The cypress hedges are dusty black; the eucalyptus trees are gray
as the house fronts they knock against, and even the plaza grass looks
dark and old, as if it had been the same grass always, and never came
up new in the spring.
But for the most part there are no trees, and only the finest places
have gardens. There are only rows and rows of houses painted gray,
with here and there a white one, or a glass conservatory front. But
the fog and dust all summer gray these, too, and when the trade-winds
blow hard it takes the smoke out over the east bay, and makes that as
gray as the city.
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