You think it's going to be the "dead of winter" on a 28-degree January Monday, but there's a couple strolling along as if it were June.
The wind cut sharply off the lake, but some sun filtered through onto the ice, which now stretches from shore to shore. A delicate tracery of goose tracks crossed over it.
And while not much seems to be green and growing, the moss on this tree behind the World War I memorial seemed to glow in the late sun.
Those white mountains among the phragmites are actually piles of Zamboni snow stockpiled near the Wollman Rink.
As I headed back to warmth, I thought fondly of Asian Bride Monday, and was relieved to think that no wedding parties could be out shivering in the Concert Grove with their photographers. Then I spied a white stretch limo with lucky red ribbons on it in the rink parking lot. I didn't spot her, but somewhere out there today, a bride was getting hypothermia.
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