4/17 We are sitting by the open window in our 9th floor apartment as we have our writing group via Zoom. It’s April, the noise of a garbage truck outside on Broadway is weirdly loud, as if it’s breaking through with fresh clarity in the suddenly warm weather. I wonder if Zoom will filter it out from the audio, or whether it’s an authentic Manhattan sound backdrop we should just own. Ultimately, I can smell the garbage through the open window, at which point I decide to close it.