New York City, January 14, 2015

★★ Some sun had come from somewhere, briefly, but out on the street it was not at all clear where. Then on Broadway it almost came on again, through a thin spot in the clouds. This was not the deep freeze, but not the thaw. The ice in the curb cuts was chipped and smashed. How long had it been since the feet had felt frost on earth underfoot? Once more the brightness seemed impossible, and once a little moment of it came through. In the office, too, it succeeded in shining through a window; someone got up and rolled down the shade. Toward evening, it took some study to determine that the sky was a blue-tinted gray, not clear.