A return, a sigh, a backward glance. I’m home now, absorbing the trip to NYC. It lasted a work week, but my only job was to walk, tour and savor the city.

On one of many excursions, I briefly relived one of my all-time favorite running routes. I would roll out of bed a little before 7 a.m., lace up my shoes, and make my way, half-asleep, to the Central Park Reservoir trail.

Back then you could run around whichever way you liked. Now, it’s counterclockwise only. No problem: counterclockwise gave us this splendid view of the San Remo Towers, lording it over their wedge of Central Park West.

Did I really live and walk here? Yes, I did. And for five perfect days, I did again.