I was up at 6:00 am Saturday morning to catch the famous sunrise down at the East River. A bucket list thing I never got around to do. Good thing I checked the weather. Nothing but fog. New York was so quiet. With the disappearing Manhattan bridge and Brooklyn completely covered it almost felt like a dream. It's funny, I knew for a fact when the fog would lift I would be able to see Brooklyn. I didn't need to see it that morning to believe it was there, I just knew. The true meaning of faith. If only I had such faith in my own foggy future. Dreams would instantly become less scary to reach simply because I'd be certain I would attain them. Who knew - a trip to the East River to see the sunrise ended with an Uber home with a life lesson. K, bedtime. x -C