New York City, March 28, 2013

★★ A spot of sun appeared in the distance up the block, then disappeared in a few paces. Another bright spot appeared, glinting off a bald man’s scalp. Then dull cloud prevailed again, relying on the averages. Something damp had fallen sometime before evening; Catholics in gray hoodies were out canvassing passersby about their Catholicism. Under a tentatively clearing sky by the Flatiron, in the roadway given over to pedestrians, people crowded around to photograph a statue of a bird, made of iron nails and wrought representations of nails.