New York City, April 20, 2015

★ Not a shower so much as a boot-dumping over the morning, soaking coats and quashing plans. Somewhere under the cold water was a little more green. At school’s end there was a blowing mist, and a thicker mist lurking around the tops of the towers. It was hard to say exactly when the last drizzle stopped falling, only that what took over was a suddenly suffocating ambient humidity that felt unbearably hot while still being chilly. A robin hopped in a planting bed, its breast the same color as the soggy mulch. The fog descended.