New York City, November 18, 2015

★★ A solid-looking sheet of rippled cloud fell apart quickly, leaving a few drifting bits of white and one last more solid sheet impeding the sun. The temperature was something harmless — too harmless for November, if one took the trouble to stop and think about it, but not warm and sinister. Low stakes for any decisions about wardrobe. There were no shadows out the window, and after a while there was no more blue in the sky. Night came up fast and met no resistance.