Nine-thirty am, still snowing, schools closed, but no child has yet made it up to the roof garden that I tend for my building. Mine are the first tracks of the day. I plod through drifting snow past the stacked-up lounge furniture and displaced planters to find the snow image I didn't know enough to look for. Five fat robins are visiting. I don't know if they had stayed in New York City all winter or had just flown back for spring, but they are eating the leftover aronia and barberry fruit. I'm not prepared, have no telephoto lens, but I'm thrilled that they stay a while in my garden.
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How did they find the 18th floor?