Right now, a newcomer to my office wouldn’t believe that there’s actually a sprawling mass of buildings outside my window on a normal day.
And while I do love looking out on the concrete sea of southern Manhattan and the steel glimmer of the Hudson Bay on those sunny afternoons, I also cherish my foggy days. It’s peaceful, and sort of empty. It feels like I’m up in the clouds. Come to think of it, at roughly seven hundred feet above ground level, I almost am.
Hi, Zeus!

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