Nick walked onto a bridge in the heart of Central Park just as the sun was beginning to rise. Overhead, a few high clouds blazed in full sunlight while around him the park remained, for the moment at least, cloaked in the last remnants of night. Below, a milky, translucent layer of mist hung just above the surface of a small lake, giving the morning an ethereal, fairy book feel. In the distance, a flock of ducks clumsily flew in the direction of the rising sun.
From the look of things, it w