November 3. Freezing point in the morning. Scraped car windshield. Swam. Sun rising in the thicket of bare branches. Multiple errands, driving through town. Newburgh means always driving in circles, says J. Cute traffic jams on residential streets at five. The trees. J shows me a picture on Facebook of Palisade Parkway, taken a few days ago. The trees. The more beautiful I find the trees, the older I feel. The trees.