New York City, May 9, 2016

★★★★ The birds were blasting their birdsong in stereo. A little girl stepped out the apartment building door and stopped, arms flung wide, till her mother urged her to get going and apologized for blocking the way. The overnight chill lingered in the cross-street shade, but out on Broadway the sun crashed down and scattered it. The climate control system indoors was not up to reckoning with the interplay of warmth and cold, and settled for just blowing cold. A giddy breeze came up Fifth Avenue; clothing fluttered and pressed against the moving bodies underneath. Clouds overlaid the pure sun, till the afternoon sky was pale and glarey. White tulips had opened so far they were sprung and beginning to fall apart.