The weather was unusual yesterday. Though Athenian born and bred, I had never seen anything like the fog that covered the sea south of Athens a little before sundown.
By sunset, the southern suburbs were swimming in a sea of mist.
Only hilltops and the highest structures were visible it. A tall ship was sailing this sea of clouds.
This morning the fog had engulfed the entire city. The entire Saronic gulf, islands and all, had vanished. Piraeus was nowhere to be seen.
Athenians went about their business as usual, yet…
…I was missing a familiar site outside my window. Where was the Acropolis?
A little later, the sun had worked its magic, and the familiar landmark appeared again.
Yet I will not forget this misty day that made Athens so different from what it usually is.