New York City, November 17, 2016

★★★★ Enough leaves were gone that it was possible to read the time and the temperature—not late to school, and edging out of the 40s already—off the top of the bank building five blocks away. The bright and mellow haze seemed unsuited for the last half of November. The sky seemed featureless but changed from blue to white to something near lemon at the bottom, the colors deepening smoothly and slowly through the afternoon, on their way to eventually becoming a sunset. The river glittered under a flaring sun.