A Cold Walk

We went for a walk on Sunday, down the Hudson River.

It was very cold, both the walk and the river.  The water was oozing, solid, beckoning with a silky lie to come walk on its fractured surface.

We checked out our old stomping grounds on the Lower East Side.  We were expecting change, but there was very little.  All the change was with us.  Compared to a great city, the ability to change is more deeply captured in two small mutable people.

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