New York City, September 6, 2016

★★★ Neither a quick, umbrella-raising shower nor a brief burst of sun could deflect the morning for long from its flat-skied, breezy mildness. The afternoon was a little darker. Another little spell of rain had made people pause under the scaffold, but as they stood and looked out, a passerby was already lowering his umbrella again. The drops had not even broken through the tree canopy on the way to the Park. The children ran around the playground through spells of deeper gloom, but the only wet came from the sprinklers, causing the sand to adhere to the four-year-old’s shoes. The clouds broke apart in places and drifted, and a full opening appeared in the west. Ribbons of glory streamed up under the edge, then scattered and darkened into a glowing scarlet fog.