An hour of hooky after being trapped in a mental cul de sac all morning.  The escape route to the gym north on 18th street and the wind in a pas a doble with the trees skirting the Parkway.  The rustling was so loud it drowned out the traffic.  A leaf smacked me in the face (actually the stem lodged in the corner of my mouth for a second)!  It’s fall, I tasted it.   One of those brisk city days with brilliant sunshine on the skyline to the east and Homerean pewter clouds lurching from the vistas of West River Drive.