In February, things still seemed normal, but there was a feeling in the air.
By the first week of March, we all knew trouble was brewing.
March 15: my last subway ride for a long time:
The panic shopping had started, and by the end of the week, Gotham was locked down.
For many weeks, it only felt safe to venture out at night.
Spring happened anyway, surprising in its exuberance.
Easter, on the other hand, almost slipped right by.
It was a long while before anyone dared hope.