By Puja Mehta

GW

Wouldn’t it have been cuteish to walk the bridge pedestrian track, steel-netted to grid up the 5:15 picture: Harmonious juncture of tree’d hills and gray mirrored water and peach-wine dipped clouds – all glory, glory, hallelujah! A gift All the while shrugging the chill, early March bite (a willful forgetting); And the waggish tails of…