Yesterday afternoon seemed tropical (5C or 40F high temperature with moderate wind) compared to the previous few days. I pedaled La-Vance, my Mercian King of Mercia, to Fort Totten and back, via the Bronx River Greenway, Randall’s Island and the Malcolm X Promenade. The Bronx and East Rivers (the latter of which is rimmed by the Promenade) bore crusts of ice—not thick enough to skate on, but probably safe for a small bird to land in the shadow of La Guardia Airport—on their banks.
Before settling out on my ride, I made a quick run to Addeo’s for one of their sourdough loaves. (Their pan de casa is also wonderful.) Along the way, I saw signs that although the day was warmer than the past few, we are still in the throes of winter.
Where were those shadow “images ?” On the local Department of Motor Vehicles building. Somehow I think they’re reflections of what some people feel upon entering or leaving.
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