Thick white fog bank resting on the river north of me this morning, trailing to the thinnest of mists at my bench. Water where I sat was a bright blue, reflecting a cloudless sky; fog echoed in steam released from the two astonishingly ugly blue glass buildings upriver. Blue and white ferries charged up, down, and across. Can you sense a color theme here? It's like that on the river some days -- certain colors will pop, others fade. The white tent was glowing. White seagulls blinked on and off like lights as they bobbed up and down in blue swells.