New York City, February 11, 2015

★★★ Light went back and forth across Broadway. There were and evidently had always been leaf-vein patterns in the narrow windows of the Mormon temple, details now shining vivid and salient glass blue at a distance. Only the taxis and trucks still fuzzed with salt and grime were immune to the generalized gleaming. A tour bus let off a crowd of Chinese youth, the girls in matching long black puffy coats with white furry hoods, followed by boys with gray-furred hoods, heading up the stairs to Lincoln Center. They wore scarves in identical reindeer patterns but with various color schemes. A bearded man in an immense shaggy fur, practically pelts, crossed back and forth in front of the cafe window. The sun was near blinding off the dull-finished kickplates of the Juilliard doors, completely blinding off the mobile device dangling in the hand of a leather-jacketed young woman smoking a cigarette. The fur-hooded youths reappeared and streamed into Juilliard. That particular patch of sun had moved well up the block by the time they streamed back out, not much later. Soon enough, more sunlight claimed the spot.