New York City, May 7, 2015

★★★★ The warmth in the sun and the coolness in the shade lay in a balance not banal but equitable and wise. Tulip stems stood up like yardsticks; the sky was cloudless, stained around the edge. The forecourt was tranquil for the mad dash to retrieve the forgotten piano music in the middle of the viola lesson. The late-day colors were bright and clear. Sunglasses rode tucked in collar. Hair blew around gently. Little blinding bursts of light arrived from all directions.