Leaving the pea-soup fogs of Ireland, I returned to the same in a New York taking a one-day break from sub-freezing temperatures blanketed in deep fog and rain.
For the explanation of this post title, see Joyce’s Finnegan’s Wake.
from swerve of shore to bend of bay
Developers are putting up hideous new skyscrapers along the South end of the park, supported to a great extent, by anonymous foreigners who are laundering, or otherwise caching money in NY real estate. These shadow-throwing structures often remain unoccupied and are owned by the innermost company of a series of shell companies. May they fade away as they appear to here.