It’s been unbearably dreary and drab here in New York for the past two days, but the fog is finally lifting! I just looked out my window and saw the grey moving away from the city at quite a clip, leaving a sunny blue sky behind.
It reminds me of the following Carl Sandburg1 poem:
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
1 Fun fact: Carl Sandburg was born in my hometown.