
The river is a different creature at night and in the very early morning before the crowds and dogs and wobbling cyclists get there.
Although I live in the only country with four clearly distinct seasons, I have not noticed a winter at all this year. But I can go to the river on a brutally cold 45 degree...brrr...January night and imagine, while listening to the waterfowl non-verbally communicate, that I am not actually in the world's largest "city."
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