Revelation

All morning the river wore a thick fog along its length, until a great looming shape emerged, tall, gliding almost soundlessly towards me, becoming the bow of a ship parting the fog, escorted by two tug boats churning the water, the deep throb of their diesel engines sending a shudder through the air. The sheer wall of the ships hull slowly passed, tapering to a stern and trailing a wheeling throng of seagulls in its wake, their bright wings catching a column of sunlight that had suddenly broken through the fog, freeing what was there hidden in the unseen to come forth into the known.