Despite temperatures plummeting into the high 30s, the trees in Central Park remain defiantly green. Yes, one can sense that those little chlorophyll factories are slowing down, and in a few cases halting production altogether, but for the most part, summer colors linger. As I was leaving the park, I did encounter, for my first time, the fruit of the chestnut. Roundish and green, and larger than my fist, it had apparently fallen from the tree above. Leaking a milky juice, I was certain I had discovered some newly mutated life-form, until a passerby explained the fruit's more common origin.
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