★★ The fog closed in from the sides: from Amsterdam, Broadway seemed to be missing, and from Riverside Boulevard there was no visible river. When it finally lifted, the clouds and dampness stayed. A group of tourists, speaking Chinese, held up a shopping bag to ask where to find Uniqlo. The humidity chilled the skin, but the chill sank in no deeper than that. In the night, down below Rector Street, a ship’s horn reverberated. Neon lettering bled color onto the thick air. The fog was returning, this time from above, the building tops dematerializing into the blur of their own lights.