New York City, June 10, 2015

★★★★ Well-formed and shapely white clouds proceeded across the blue, with generous space between them. The light was like silver leaf. The air was warm but not hot; the clouds intercepted the sun often enough to keep it from baking. Hair and shirttails tossed in the breeze. The clouds became fewer, giving the late sun the little boost it needed. Edges of air conditioners made bright boxes against the face of a building whose intentional architecture lay in shadow. The light, now gone golden, disclosed nagging irregularities between the yellow paint jobs of taxis at Houston Street.