April 16. Back in Manhattan. Trees blooming not exuberantly, but definitely, and everywhere. Daffodils that J thinks are tulips, we laugh. Slanting rain on an intersection in headlights.

(Morning: sliding open the window to hear sounds of Manhattan. Rumbling subway, beep sequence of a construction vehicle. I suggest: songbirds in cages by the pool on the roof deck of the Westly.)