Its a foggy night in Bay Ridge. The fog isn't expected to clear until early morning. And that's wonderful.
When the fog is heavy, ships in nearby New York Harbor sound their foghorns. I loved the haunting sound of a foghorn when I was a child, and I love it now.
On both sides of the Narrows, in the Harbor and in the Atlantic, the foghorns will sound as ships east and west, to sea and back to port. There is no finer sound than a ship's foghorn on a foggy night.