The City #17

I’m getting ready to run this morning. I look outside and the streets are full of fog. Whitish gray light in these morning hours. Everything is still and quiet.
I can hear, can feel, the sound of a fog horn blowing. Now two. Low rumbling fog horns from the bay and the East River – the atmosphere and the sound could be from 100 years ago.
This is the City, even if only rarely experienced these days.