A thick fog enveloped Manhattan this morning, rolling over Broadway and wrapping the water towers in a ghostly shroud.
By late morning, when the dog and I descended the steps into Riverside Park, the fog had lifted.
Brown was the color of the day. Or rather 50 shades of brown.
The park was full of beautifully camouflaged small animals. These trees, for example, were full of unseen birds. I know, because I heard them.
And this tree, too, received a sudden gust of sparrows that disappeared swiftly into its branches.
Here is one, now.
Squirrels, too, disappear amid dead leaves, bare branches, and gray retaining wall.
From a small ledge high on the mossy retaining wall, a squirrel looks out over Riverside Park.
Zooming in, he looks like a tiny fat potentate surveying his kingdom.
Perhaps he is gazing out at the river. As I discover anew each fall, bare branches make for fine river views.