A thick fog advanced into the bay that night,
The glow of downtown behind us was enchanting,
Together we walked down Pier 27 hand-in-hand,
Our walk was complimented by the sounds and smells of low tide,
You pointed out the hazy cresent moon above us,
Yet I was too preoccupied by your stunning beauty to notice,
A cold front moved in, clearing the fog suddenly,
I take off my jacket and put it over your shoulders,
You lean against me and I against the railing as I hold you close,
The smell of your perfume completes the moment,
Staring out back down the pier towards the city we are at peace,
Is there anything better than times like these?