New York City, June 9, 2016

★★★★★ The sun was too strong to allow things to feel truly chilly, but even toward midday the breeze raised goosebumps on bare arms. The street lamp outside the office window rocked a little. Not far off the sun, the sky was near-autumnal blue. Garbage went speeding down the sidewalks. There was a little warmth behind even the heaviest gusts when they subsided. Activists and brand promotions and a tap-dancing trumpeter were working the sidewalk. Across the avenue, on the new roof deck, shiny party balloons that were supposed to spell or signify something bobbed and flipped around incomprehensibly.