New York City, April 16, 2013

★★★★ The breeze had the gentlest of bites to it, like a baby ring-necked snake trying to chomp on a knuckle. Clouds passed. Blue daylight shone on the express tracks. Downtown, on a corner, the air had blown through a wire trash basket and prolapsed the bag, so it billowed and swayed inside-out on the top. By late day, humidity had arrived, and haze put a touch of soft focus over everything. Blossoms had found their way even to barren Amsterdam.