On the morning of March 20, the first day of spring, fog blanketed Holmdel Park.
The childrens' playground was silent, and the birds were making an amorous racket in the woods.
Depending on where you were, the light breeze carried the scent of pine, or the smell of manure from a nearby farm, or the perfume of a flowering magnolia.
In the woods, a fleetfooted jogger effortlessly mounted a packed dirt trail and disappeared down the other side, as a chipmunk scurried for cover.