New York City, September 8, 2016

★★ Reflected sun coming back from the west threw shadows of upraised cameraphones onto the new kindergarteners as they lined up in the schoolyard. The march along the back side of the building passed through dappled shade. Yellow-gray clouds were cluttering the east, but nothing came of them. By dismissal from the half-day, it was plain hot. Once again it was a mistake to transfer at Times Square to cut down on the walking afterward. “Where’s the fans at?” a man said loudly, making his way along the ever-more crowded Broadway Line platform. “They should have fans down here!” Sweat rose and the announcement blared something about a signal problem. The air stayed thick all afternoon and evening, scattering the late light.