A thick fog enveloped the area the morning after my bicycle ride in Van Horne Park. The outdoor temperature looked warmer, but I knew it was cold outside. After a quick breakfast, I grabbed the Minolta XD-11, still loaded with Kosmo Foto Agent Shadow and headed to downtown Princeton. It was a chilly and quiet morning in Princeton. I had always been an early riser and loved the peace that came with the first light of dawn. As usual, I started my "fog walk" on Palmer Square.
As I walked south on Palmer Square West, I felt incredibly grateful for the opportunity to take in the morning's eerie beauty before it fully woke up. The sun was starting to rise, but the light was still dim, hidden behind the thick fog covering the streets.
The early morning fog had blanketed the mostly-empty streets of Palmer Square West, creating a spooky atmosphere. The usual hustle and bustle of this outdoor mall were replaced by a quiet stillness that was almost tangible. The air was heavy with moisture, and the only sounds that could be heard were the soft, muted footsteps of the few early risers brave enough to venture out in the dense fog.
The street lamps in Palmer Square cast a dim glow, their light barely visible through the mist. The fog had turned the familiar buildings into spooky apparitions. The branches of the trees lining the street were shrouded in mist. The quiet and stillness of the morning were both eerie and serene. It was as if the world had stopped, and everything was waiting for the sun to burn away the fog and bring the town back to life.
As a lone figure walked down Palmer Square West, the mist seemed to part for a moment.
I stopped and closed my eyes, taking deep breaths and letting the morning's peace wash over me. I didn't want to leave, but I knew I had to. The air was chilly. I continued my walk, heading toward Nassau Street.
