New York City, March 11, 2015

★★★ Water beaded in the bottom of the sheet-metal box of Star Wars figures where it sat on the air conditioner vent. Something like rain lurked for a while and then went away, leaving sharp light and dull air. It was time to close the blinds when going out for the day. Downtown, the breeze came up Lafayette almost gusting, as if cheerfully pleading helplessness. Gray moved in from the harbor, with the scent of the harbor pushing ahead of it, the wind now swirling cool and warm. There may have been the sound of thunder; it may have rained somewhere. The streets around stayed dry, but the heavy warmth lifted. A clean drop-top Chrysler blasted old music out into the street. The haze on the river uptown looked like a sentimental illustration or a trash fire.