Continue The Story: It Starts in the Berkeley Rose Garden

The beginning of our collaborative story was submitted by Sam Gordon.

She was wearing the same clothes that had kept her warm only one day ago,-cabled sweater over her peasant blouse, and skirt. Wool socks with flip-flops. From the same vantage point in the Berkeley Rose Garden, she had watched the white blanket of fog blow through The Golden Gate and over Twin Peaks. The tops of the bridge towers, the Sutro TV tower, the taller buildings were spared- their blinking red lights reflecting faintly on the thick layer from above, and the sunset scattering orange from below. Only last week, there were four days of rain.

Today, the wind had changed direction. The dry gusts blowing from east of Mount Diablo brought enough dust and smog from The Big Valley to make Elana feel hot.

It was late April, 1975. Some of the hundreds of rose plants — two-hundred and fifty varieties, including new, antiques, vintage and climbing — were beginning to bloom.

Do you know where to take the story from here? Submit your 200-words to berkeley@patch.com or leave your entry in the comments. We'll keep posting the updated story regularly until it comes to an end!