It felt surreal as I clicked these from our apartment.
A thick blanket of fog appeared out of nowhere, as though a jet whooshed past inches above the Hudson River leaving contrails
The more the fog thickened the less the sun’s intensity; the downtown Manhattan skyline is bracing for impact
The sun’s misty brightness; its rays’ reflection in the river were drops of sparkling pearls. But where’s the skyline?
The sun and the fog: Will they or won’t they…?
They met and merged. Every obscurity may not mean enmity. There’s life, love. Any of our interpretations is only reflective of our identity