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Early commuters moved slowly through the park because a dense fog had settled over the river , muffling sound and softening the streetlights . A few people lingered beneath the plane trees , coats zipped and hands in pockets , watching the city emerge like a distant watercolor . As I navigated the winding path , the aroma of fresh bread from a nearby bakery guided me toward the market , where vendors arranged pastries on wooden stalls . The pedestrian flow increased near the bridge , but thanks to the wide pavement it never felt claustrophobic , only quietly attentive . I checked my watch and decided to call my colleague , knowing that minor delays were inevitable in such weather . By the time I reached the office , the fog had lifted enough to reveal a bright , ordinary morning and a small , steady sense of relief .