New York City, October 11, 2015

★★★★★ Vivifying cool air flowed over the ankles. Three food trucks and a cart were parked by the Apple Store. A block away was a delivery truck with a sunglasses store built into the back of it. Here was a shawl; there was a scarf. Just inside the Park, one oak was going to oranges and reds already. Rollerblades made a noise like a camera shutter and may have flashed, in peripheral vision, like a camera flash. A little girl jammed her fists into her cheeks at the sight of a horse waiting to be ridden. Out on Central Park West, the sun raised corpse-pale faces behind the tinted windows of a tour bus, looking out the side, in stadium seating running lengthwise. In the night, a star twinkled straight down over Fourth Street.