Much of what makes the Park the urban oasis that it is has disappeared with the coming of Winter. Leaves of green, flowering fields, the particolored songbirds; all are gone. And what remains seems twisted and obscure; familiar views reduced to interwoven armatures, shorn of outward form, eaten away by empty space.
And yet it is enough. Enough to endure and to body forth once more come Spring.
That much, at least, Winter must offer: the return starts today.