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As I stood in the dark, waiting in the lawn for a subject to pass under my light, I heard a soft rustling behind me. I was in Central Park well after dark, and standing in the middle of a vacant lawn. I had seen one person in the last 5 minutes, and now there was a sound. Quack. Quack.

Ducks.

Suddenly my increased alertness was replaced by a feeling of pure joy as a large school of ducks slowly encircled my location. Like the T-Rex, their alarm was based on movement. I remained perfectly still, and drank in this moment.

No one came.

A few minutes later, I saw a school of dogs. Yes, dogs. They were running quickly, and next to them, not a running man, but a guy in a chair, zooming next to them like a race car. He was obviously disabled, but in this moment, alive and running with his pack of dogs. Everyone was clearly happy. They zoomed through my frame, my painted spot, and off into the darkness.

Wonderful!

What a night this was becoming. Late at night, a trial of your peers would primarily consist of runners and dog people. So it was tonight, as I made my way south to the reservoir.

Before my eyes, I approached not only water, but the most amazing blend of color and mist, as I saw the unmistakable light from Midtown, shrouded in a mist of rain. As I looked up the bordering cliffs of the 5th Avenue highrises, the buildings became clear as day, as the boundaries of the storm evaporated into a perfectly clear night. What wonders one can witness before 7:30 at night.

A misty night in New York, almost a Lewis Carol Novel in itself!