It finally feels like Spring. Green so bright you need sunglasses and sunshine so bright sweat drips from every pore (why parks with no swimming pools exist is beyond me!). Sunday afternoon sunbathing was in order. I slept and woke up in a puddle of perspiration and drool with an already visible tan whole Chris did stunts with his miniature soccer ball.
Which way to the gun show, you ask? Oh Chris, you modest boy, you.
Then we strolled down the sidewalks of Broadway rather aimlessly. It felt good to be cruising with no particular destination.
A few mid-walk layovers, to rest and ponder the questions in life as large as the Hearst Tower.