I saw some sun and had to get outside.
I walked up through the Heights. Past Grace and gingko.
That strange backyard...
At the Promenade, looking down on linear woods neither dark nor deep.
To the south, Staten Island had sun, and the tip of Manhattan was in bright clear light, but just up the East River, the Manhattan tower of the bridge was barely visible. The storm was coming out of the Lower East Side.
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