As I sun my nape in mezzo am solitude , sufficiently suprasssing the nadir of a season that was confounding in its will to bring the most ardent optimist (S.East of the New England cordillera) To his/ her knees , it strikes me this moment despite winters differentials parallels the feeling I had residing at fox hall after sharing correspondence with a met buddy after the troposphere delivered the equivalent of its own carefully crafted (between nape bronzing mid 60 degree tempists) April magnus opus In 97.