New York City, May 3, 2015

★★★★★ Tulips lit up orange on the Broadway media. “What’s that white stuff over there?” the three-year-old asked on the subway platform, pointing to the sunbeams on the downtown express tracks. Everyone was out and chattering. The train car had the hubbub of a restaurant; more hubbub carried across the bare sunstruck space of Union Square. Bicycles clogged the train for the ride back uptown. Breeze smoothed the long fur on the face of a terrier and sent a white-haired man’s hat rolling away at a pace for a leisurely walking pursuit. Treetops, half-leafed, were lacy in the late daylight.