New York City, May 6, 2013

★★★★ One part of the cloud cover was dark and trailing mist below, like it meant to be serious; another part was showing blue patches, like the game was up. Pigeons worked on the scattered leavings where the line of garbage bags had been at the curb. By midday, the sun was a bright region in the white eastern sky; the deep clear blue in the west, under the filtered light, looked like nothing so much as gathering thunderclouds. Then, right at the moment of schoolyard pickup, it broke, and down poured the sunlight. The jackets came off. The children ran around the apartment building garden, past floating abundant tulips, blazing pure primary red, primary yellow.