New York City, April 5, 2016

★★ What met the faces coming out the lobby door was a winter wind. The glaze high on the white-brick building was blinding. Out on Broadway, between the dazzle and the cold, the eyes started to water. A bright red space heater balanced on the counter of the newsstand. Someone lugging a roller bag down the steps into the subway had earmuffs on. Bits of deep blue showed in a row through the balustrade atop the Hartford Building. A black fire escape reached gothic extremities of light and shadow. A spot of water on the sidewalk had fully iced.