Another in a series of impressive sunrises compels me to pause on my way to work and watch the interplay of billowing fog and beams of light.
The gravity of the moment proved inescapable. I pedaled by but was pulled back around by the spectacle of sun flaring through fog and flashing off windows.
A mink in its dark winter coat swam by as I crouched watching the fog roll toward me, as if pushed by the invisible rays.
There were a spectacular few seconds as the sun shone through the foot bridge and fog at the same time it was reflecting from office windows back through the trees.