Imagine I’m jogging in the Great North Woods

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It’s one of my favorite seasons in Fort Greene, when people drop their Christmas trees off in the park to be mulched, and the abandoned firs perfume the air with their sweet-spicy scent. As long as I can pull air in through my nostrils white I trot around the park—instead of huffing it in through my mouth—I can almost imagine I’m jogging along a trail s…