“We live among mysteries and riddles.” It’s a line from a novel published more than 250 years ago, but it can apply to the way we live now, to daily life in New York. Will the C train ever come? Some mornings you might as well ask a nonsense question, like one from a certain song from the 1960s: “Who Put the Bomp (In the Bomp Ba Bomp Ba Bomp)?”

Can’t help you there, but here is another one that we can think about: Why are there different dates on New York City baseball caps sold in souvenir shops in Times Square?

Here is another: Which animal is on the “Alice in Wonderland” statue in Central Park, the March Hare or the White Rabbit?

In a city with construction cranes everywhere and taller-than-ever skyscrapers on their way up — along with persistent problems of homelessness and income inequality — these are trivial questions. Maybe they were brought on by the almost summery sunrises and the definitely summerlike temperatures last week. Or maybe it was being out in the softer, gentler air, walking around in a city of walkers — and noticing little things like the baseball caps.