New York City, September 28, 2016

★★ Low unshaped clouds were racing by, crossing a quarter of the sky in half a minute. A worker was hosing down the sidewalk, and the wind threw the spray onto oncoming pedestrians yards away. Heavy gray cut with brightness was dragging across the eastern sky. By irregular stages, the gray took and held the middle of the day. A flight of napkins raced across the subway mouth from the vicinity of the waffle cart, entered the crosswalk, and began making a wide circle in the middle of Broadway. The newsstand keeper complained that every time he stepped outside, the wind would blow the door shut and he would have to unlock it to get back in. A few cold drops came down from the still grayer late sky.