1/23 It had been too cold for running for the past week, and today, as I ventured out again for the first time, I saw the result: ice floes on the Hudson. It’s literally patches of flat ice, separated by channels of broken ice between them. At Pier I it was noticeably drifting upstream, but not anymore closer to the Boat Basin.

I am so, so silent. I don’t know what to think, what to say. There’s no arguing with those who did this. No piece of information that they are missing which you’d just have to pass to them. They wanted exactly what is happening now, and they are in the majority.