Warm weather prompted a nature walk in Chelsea. Soft served vanilla ice cream sold out of a truck. The boys listened to the subway rumble under the grates and saw a lot of cigarette butts. They adored the flowers for sale in shops and asked me to bring some home for dad. It was a good idea that I completely ignored. No leaves on the trees yet. We passed some of the best dressed people and a lot of normal people too. When we were finished, I felt like I had walked in the pages of Ezra Jack Keats Neighborhood.