I just recently moved to London. Finsbury Park. I was wandering around the area on Sunday morning. It was a very foggy morning. The fog made all of the sharp edges of the urban landscape seem blurry. Corners of buildings, billboards and so forth all lost their clarity in the morning mist. However, when I looked up into the sky, I was able to not just see, but actually look at the sun. And it was a perfect, crisp lemon-yellow circle. It was unusual and beautiful. I just thought I’d share this unexpected inversion of the norms of what is visible and clear and what is blinding and fuzzy.