It’s dark. It’s cold. It’s rainy and it’s just above freezing outside. There’s fog coming from the mouth of a runner who’s pounding the pavement in the early morning hours, long before many people have even woken up.
It may seem to be a wonder why in a city filled with trees that space under them was such prime realty, but on Saturday the sun’s heat was unrelenting and there was not a single cloud in sight.