New York City, December 1, 2014

★★★★ The breeze was firm but mild enough for a sweater with nothing on top of it. A thin cloud intercepted and scattered the sun on its way to the ground, and a low haze scattered it further. Windows glinted; scrollwork scrolled. The west side of the westernmost maple in the churchyard still held its canopy, shining like melted butter. Midday clouded over but then afternoon sun angled in, raising a glow from the leaves and bricks again. Uptown, though, was ash gray, the wind now damp and raw and gathering force along the way to the river.