New York City, April 25, 2016

★★★ The sky had held handsome scaly cirrus but then it was fully overcast, with grimy yellow tones. The forecasts on the front page and inside the paper were 12 degrees apart. Helicopter noise competed with viola practice. Walls and bushes cast weak shadows. The colder estimate was winning; the colder estimate was even too optimistic. The less day was left, the stronger the sun became. The shimmer among the building tops subsided, and the last of the light was almost clear.