This morning when I came out of the PATH station in Jersey City I looked across the mighty Hudson as I always do. Instead of the usual sight of a seemingly impossible number of too tall buildings crammed in lower Manhattan all I saw was white. The fog had totally obscured all things beyond the halfway point of the river. As far as I could see with the naked eye, Manhattan didn't exist.
It was pretty cool, but as I walked along the river I quietly wished I was walking along the Manhattan side and it was New Jersey that didn't exist.
Stupid Jersey ...
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