My new commute to work takes me over the Manhattan Bridge each morning. It’s a lovely thing to rise up from underground and cross over the East River as part of your daily ride. Today there were little bits of ice or hail pattering on the roof of the subway car, as the train slowly made its way across the bridge. You could barely see the skyline in the fog and the Brooklyn Bridge was just a shadow of its usual self. As awful as this weather is (and it is awful), I liked seeing the city like that this morning.
* Photo by Ibon San Martin via stock.xchng