March 26, 2021 - In soho on the sidewalk along Grand Street on Monday I sat outside in the mid-morning sunlight drinking English Breakfast tea.

In Soho on the sidewalk along Grand Street on Monday I sat outside in the mid-morning sunlight, drinking English Breakfast tea, looking at a croissant, and reading. Everything was under construction, and in place of horns honking and the chatter of voices walking by in and endless procession, I heard the banging and knocking of wood and steel being lifted up, carried around, and set in place. The sunlight covered the sidewalk and there wasn’t any place nearby to stand in the shade, which was perfect. This felt great for March. The Spring Equinox had made its arrival a few days before; and I just wanted to sit there in the sunlight until summer would sweep into town. I thought that I might. I didn’t want anything else.