A foggy early morning at Richmond Bridge

it was early morning, and fog had formed over the Thames. The soft light of lamp posts melting the edges of everything around. The air was cold and still, a quiet moment by the Richmond bridge. It was a very much London scene I remember as one of old movie I have seen a long time ago. A silhouette of man with his dog fading into fog. Perhaps it had always been this way, the town unfolding in winter's cold early morning.