Newburgh. 7:25 a.m. 71 degrees. At the Riverfront. They have WiFi here! What they don’t have are benches. Sitting on the wet grass, watching the ducks dabble. One young drake taking a snooze on the water, head turned nearly 180 degrees, bill tucked into his wing up to his tightly closed eyes, slowly spinning in circles as he drifts. Must feel it when he drifts close to the rocks. Without untucking his head or opening his eyes, he starts paddling. Paddles himself back out into the middle of the channel. Goes back to sleep.