The lawn of Carl Schurz Park and the river each gave off their own humid aromas. Ailanthus crowded in on the transverse at 96th Street on the cab ride back.
Outside, hard sun immediately triggered a sneeze that ruined a nearly new surgical mask.
A truly shabby robin, looking part drowned and part plucked, flew off with a worm or something wormlike in its beak.
It's the most wonderful time of the year: Nothing.