There's a warmth in the air. The sun is shining throigh the gaps in the clouds. The water's glistening. Groups of young people hang around on benches by the water's edge, pushing and playing, politely drinking beer out of cans. There's dogs out a plenty, and owners unwrapping their winter selves. There's children, shedding their coats to the gaps in the clouds. The soft wind strokes the surface of the water and the children at play. All is good. All is good.