New York City, March 20, 2013

★★★ Spring had arrived shortly after 7 in the morning, under the procrastinating auspices of the snooze button. You could not fault it for brightness; the occasional little cloud impeded the sun just enough to emphasize how generous the situation was, with respect to light. And dry, it was dry. A worker was cranking back the awning in front of a restaurant. If you were wearing a wool coat over a jacket, in the upset context of the equinox, you could even consider it comfortable.