New York City, May 1, 2016

★ The rain filled the morning with dull rain noise. The sunscreen would sit unused again; it took a lamp to chase the dimness from the bedroom in midafternoon. At some point, maybe multiple points, the rain stopped falling. It was possible to run errands on the half-dry pavement. Ghastly feathery leaves were sprouting directly from the trunk of a street tree. A drizzle gathered. Unable to settle on raining further or not raining further, the dampness gathered into a blurry fog.