Last night: after a day of crazy rain, it was foggy. The city, in its nighttime glamour, was smudged across the Hudson, a charcoal smudgy drawing. I walked down to the end of my street at around 10:30 to see what I could see of downtown Manhattan.
It was dim … barely discernible … but it was there. A trembly dim beam of light, cutting up through the smudged charcoal fog.
Thank you, Sheila, for your compassionate ferocity.