January in the city
Three January outings in the same city: a walk after dark, a morning of fog that never lifted, and a grey afternoon that ended in a lit street.
January here is mostly a question of what colour the grey is. On the first evening the lamps did all the work, sodium on wet stone. The next morning the fog came up with the light and never lifted, and the city lost its far edges one at a time — the towers, then the bridge, then the far shore.
Four days later the cloud sat just above the spires instead: old waterfront, new cranes, and a bridge in between carrying everything across. The last frame is the one I wanted, a narrow street on the way down to the water with every window already lit.
Three outings, one city, the same trick each time: whatever is close stays sharp, and whatever is far turns into weather.
8 January — after dark
9 January — the streets
The fog arrived with the light and stayed. What was left was a set of near things: a crossing, a lamp, a bench, a jetty ending in grey.
9 January — the water
Past the last of the streets the fog had room to spread out, and everything it touched lost its far end: the bridge, the far bank, the tops of the towers.
13 January — the quays
A grey day with the cloud sitting just above the spires. Old waterfront, new cranes, and a bridge in between carrying everything across.
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