★★ 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.
Friday, December 6th, 2013