New York City, October 21, 2015

★★★ The late-rising sun rose later than the late-rising people, and the dimness made it seem as if it must be overcast: the first and most blatant point of confusion on the day. Haze softened the landscape even as it brought a harsh glare to the sky. The warmth was wrong for the angle of the sun, or vice versa, and somewhere under that warmth there was still an uneasy chill. Nobody could agree on how to dress; the light was cinematic but the people on the sidewalks looked like mismatched extras. Downtown was whitened, but uptown and both ways crosstown the glimpses of distance were stained brown.