Original Photo Source: Wikimedia Commons Traffic. I’d always hated being stuck in it and vehicles constantly rushing around me but now I found its distant hum from the Bronx Expressway to be almost reassuring. It was a link with life, some sort of life. Together with Jared, I bent into the oars of our rowboat and shivered underneath my hoodie as we made our way to the island. It had been Jared’s idea, this nighttime excursion. We’d discovered North Brother island one night in the small...