New York City, September 27, 2016

★★★ The rain had come on in the night and was moving away by morning, the sky going to a thinned blue. By midday the warmth of the sun and the lingering dampness had overshot fall and landed somewhere in April. The light was lovely but fugitive, now screened again by clouds, now clear but sinking fast. By day’s end it was just cool enough to remember the light jacket that had been forgotten on the back of the office chair, and to double back and get it.