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Sitting at this window on Avenue C, a tree (many actually, but there is a main, nearest, one) very like this. Changes throughout the day. Just now, in shadow, looking almost black against the pale blue and white of the sky between the red brick buildings that surround the court. Further down the walk, a break between building lets the sunshine flood the walkway, and the trees there look like white lace. So black lace laying over white lace laying over blue tinged thin clouds.

Watching this tree, this court, this walkway, change through the day is a pleasure on no inconsiderable consequence.

Last week stopped to sit a bit on the benches looking across the tennis courts, and heard a puffy trilling sound behind me. Turned to watch a pigeon courtship taking place: he ~~ all puffed up about the neck and chest, strutting and gurgling for his lady's pleasure; she ~~ ostentatiously more interested in finding a bit of food among the gravel. He was not successful.

Then yesterday, a pair of doves in the tree. He sidling up to her, her moving, till finally he sidled her off the end of the branch. Alas also, not successful, but I have to admit all the courting behavior within my sight gives me enormous hope that spring is just around the corner, even as the temperatures are dropping into the teens nightly, and the wind whips through the canyons of brick.