New York City, April 12, 2015

★★★★★ The boys went sprinting and bouncing out through the plaza and up the street in the glad sunshine, little dark shapes against the near-white pavement. They stayed happy and tractable the whole way downtown and back again. A sunbeam found even the gap between subway cars down inside the tunnel. Something off in New Jersey was a row of sparks. Shouts from the playground two or three blocks away came in through the window; sirens came in through the window. The sun hitting the wall between kitchen and dining table felt like it got behind the eyes and inside the frontal bone. A plate of rice was all translucence and shade.