New York City, April 27, 2015

★★★★ A sky of solid rippling gray became one of open clear blue in the time between waking up and the morning viola lesson. A disc of wan reflected daylight reached the floor of the practice room through the round window, revealing the yellow in the fluorescent light all around it. Another hour or so and there was another sky, a flotilla of white clouds in all shapes and sizes. Enough leaves were out to dapple the sunlight. Early afternoon had yet still a new sky over it, gray and mottled. A woman walked out into Broadway and stood with her back to traffic, taking pictures of a huge pothole. Blossoms rocked stiffly back and forth in a burgeoning wind. A porthole of blue appeared in the gray, and then more new blue asserted itself to the north. Then pieces of every different sky were in place at once, high and low clouds drifting and changing color as golden light spread from the open parts in the west.