New York City, April 4, 2013
★★ More stale, attenuated winter. The thinnest of clouds smudged the dome overhead. It was time to switch to the lighter coat, but to zip it up. The sky whitened as the afternoon expired; a man on a sidewalk bench put a bookmark in a book and departed. The light was neutral, featureless, a forgotten cup of tea. Evening went to night; beer got spilled on the coat. The smell of smoke carried up Houston Street with the taxicabs.