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Runners and cyclists on a wintery Riverside Park

There comes a time, in the rhythm of yearly existence, where everything comes to the surface at the same time. Projects, deadlines, administrative chores and other obligations contend to make your life miserably busy with the feeling that no time can be spared. The first half of December was one such time for Marion and me, and we are only now finding the time to resume our depiction of our daily lives and adventures. We will therefore pretend that each of the coming articles was written at the time of the experiences that accompany them, while scrounging our memories for the details, impressions and discoveries that date back to a couple of weeks.