I knew the view.
I had stood on this shore several times before.
The motif was never the problem. The visibility was.
In November, haze often hangs over the bay. The bridge still stands clearly in the frame, but the city behind it dissolves. Buildings disappear, lights turn soft, and the depth is lost.
I did not want the bridge alone.
I was looking for what lies behind it.
On 6 November the haze stayed away. As darkness fell, the bridge stepped forward, and behind it Tokyo began to glow.
It lasted only a short time. Then the moment was gone.