Boston Sky
<p>Far in the horizon of the Boston sky, the fog rises her wispy wings like a giant eagle getting ready for flight. The vapor, the droplets of water collected millions of tales over the night, stories of lives going on in the great city. The lifting of the wings seems heavy with emotional tales of trees, birds, humans, and other living things the fog touched in some way or other.</p>
<p>The fog blended with tears and smiles from many- broken hearts and love found for some. Nature smiled and cried with new buds opening or withering away of daffodils after their time. Perhaps the dove found a mate for the season and so did the sparrow and the robin. The night-long visit of the fog carried stories of longer times. I watched from the balcony of my home, absorbed in the gentle rise of the fog’s wings from the horizon of the city line towards the sky.</p>
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