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In a fog

Not me, the river this morning. Well, me, too, from the moment I stepped out of my building. Fog fuzzing up the sidewalk, and down at my bench, nothing to be seen in any direction starting about ten feet away. Quite spectacular. At one point I could hear a boat chugging by, but couldn't see it. Wonder if the ferries stop running in fog as heavy as this, or do they have radar or sonar or something useful? As the fog started to lift a pair of mallards paddled by. Pea soup or not, they know where the moss-covered pilings are. Finally it lifted enough to see the piers to the south. Lifted, but didn't dissipate, so I saw something I've never seen: lower Manhattan visible on the ground and again from about the middle of the skyscrapers, but the buildings obscured for their center twenty of thirty stories. It looked like a very modern Japanese textile.


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