[What you need to know to start the day: Get New York Today in your inbox.] Not a car horn or a siren, only the Hudson River lapping against the bank, and that bright, briny, fishy smell of ocean. Sea gulls wheeled above in silence, and every moment between Walt Whitman and today contracted into that lapping of waves. On the Great Saunter, along with about 1,500 others, I would circumnavigate a lesser-known city: a network of greenways, parkland and woods. Over the past few years, I had given birth to three children, who hung about me all hours of the day, beloved and needy.

Source: New York Times May 03, 2019 21:08 UTC