In early April, I took a stroll in Riverside Park in the 90s — not far from where I live. It was around 8 a.m., chilly and quiet, except for the dogs and their caretakers. It was very peaceful. There were lots of little groves full of daffodils–dainty and light. They were so cheerful and hearty standing there in clumps in the cool, breezy air. A sunbeam poked through the blue, cloudless sky. Nature was completely aligned at that moment.