New York City, November 1, 2016

★★★ Inside the long shadows pointing west, gum spots caught reflected light returning and gleamed like coins. The sun took the bite off the morning chill, and then clouds took the blinding sharpness off the sun. Faces looked chapped and roughened from the returning cold. Steam was blowing out of a storm-drain grate. The late clouds were an uneven layer of overcast with blue spots worn through; with the lowering of the sun, their whiteness vanished and the full remaining blue above them shone through.