The weather, as it had done most of the month, continued to be cold and clear, with some morning haze (my favorite part). But this week the days felt lighter, more expansive.
Nothing looked very different. Riverside Drive still curved to the south.
The trees still bent toward the river.
On Wednesday, the track was dusted with snow.
The riverbank was striped with shadows from the tree branches.
I had forgotten what it was like to feel calm, or even sort of calm, or even to have calm on the map of possibilities, even if you weren’t feeling it at all.
I had visions of lying in the grass for at least a year or two, feeling the shadows cross my body as the earth turned in circles and moved around the sun.
