Brother and I went walking along the Bronx River yesterday. The weather was warm, but not overly hot, so it felt really nice to go outside. We had been debating where to take our now-weekly-walk, but we settled to start from a small park in Bronxville.
The trees kept the sun from burning us– well, him, actually. I just continue to tan– and the slight breeze that came over the water was refreshing. There were tons of people out, riding bikes, walking, or jogging with their dogs. But the surprise came when everyone seemed to be in a good mood. ((We live in New York, which is known for its rude citizens.))
Brother and I walked for a little over an hour, almost walking as far as Tuckahoe (the next town up, going by the train stops) before turning around and heading back to the car.