Last Monday night, the fog came in pretty thick around midnight. The bus driver told me it was terrible at the other end of his run, at Commercial Avenue. Two photos are from the parking lot, the others from 87th Street westward. I counted five steps before I lost sight of the bus's shape, fifteen to just make out the white lights, not the red or blue.
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I don't know why but I love a good fog. It's like anything could happen in a fog.
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