New York City, June 28, 2015
★★ Morning seemed stolidly wet and gray, continuous with the wet and gray end of the day before. By early afternoon, though, everything was fluctuating pointlessly. Blue appeared in the north, and the clouds to the south thinned enough to send shadows pointing uptown. Wearing a short-sleeved shirt with jeans was too chilly and too hot simultaneously; within an hour or so, the sun was fully out, creating an interlude of heat that lasted just long enough for changing into shorts and no longer. A returning gray cloud appeared overhead, and a big drop of water fell. By the end of the afternoon piano lesson, the clouds had closed over and there was a smell of rain. Sun and clouds went through another cycle, by which time the transition was no longer worth reacting to.