This morning I think I need to start the space heater under the desk. Its damp and chilly and I see it as a clear warning of whats to come. The other day I was in a discussion about ice-skating and I remembered my Dad taking us skating on the Bronx River. I remember the ice was bumpy and you could see all the leaves and twigs frozen under the surface and there was an arched bridge in the distance. And unlike the rink in Yonkers there were no walls to hang onto.
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