New York City, November 11, 2015

★★ The flat gray of the river looked a little whiter than the rumpled gray of the sky. The wood furniture and paneling on the new building’s roofdeck were dark with water. It took all morning and past lunchtime for some color and sun to work their way under the clouds. Suddenly the shadow of someone’s balcony gear to the south appeared on the apartment facade where it jutted out to the north. The near west turned blue, with more blue streaks opening in the clouds in the distance. A sweater and the wool coat were not wrong for the outdoors at first, but after a stuffy subway ride the coat had to come off, and in the office so did the sweater.