Greetings from Asbury Park. Actually not Asbury Park, but stormy Cape May, where Mark and I are giving a reading tonight. But we did stop at the former on our way down here Friday. It was a beautiful night, close to 50, which felt practically June-ish in this hard cold winter. Buildings, birds, plants, people: all relaxing into themselves. And further south, even the marshes started to smell like marshes again.