New York City, April 19, 2016

★★★★ The sky had a pearly discoloration at first and the sun was slow to assert itself. By late morning though, the light was clear and ample. Little cumulus clouds traveled below soft blurry cirrus. On the way out of the dim 1980s concrete bunker of the high school polling place, the spectacle overhead was particularly vivid. Not only bared limbs but quite a few faces were pale in the full force of day. Here and there shirts were glaring white; the notebook page looked blank for a moment. The wind grew lively and chilly. It crumpled and twisted a man’s newspaper as he tried to read on a bench.