New York City, May 12, 2016

★★★★★ Elation floated on the warm morning air. Even the dull bike-share rack and the rim of a trash can were sending off flares of light. The heat and light sunk into the skin. Everything had a faint silvery glaze on it. Members of a religious sect in matching yellow shirts wandered the streets. The buildings on Fifth Avenue stood stolidly aglow, every joint and detail sharply cut, while below passed a stream of people striding free. The moon just off the blue zenith curved one way and drifting cirrus curved the other. The sun shot the gap between buildings so deftly it seemed as if it must have been reflecting off something. All the windows were open, and the night was loud.