New York City, November 3, 2016

★★★★ The gold of the damp morning haze blended into the semi-gold of the treetops. The five-year-old had chosen a matching set of shorts and hoodie, doing jumps off an imaginary skateboard in the long light. As the morning went on, the gold leached out, leaving the color of stainless steel. A glimmer but only a glimmer of brightness attended the half-day school dismissal, then was gone before the short walk home was done. The afternoon, though, brought on a breeze and with it blue in the sky. The still-humid air steamed against the ice pack where the five-year-old had bumped his knee. In the west, the formless clouds resolved into sold grays and silvers and whites, jumbled together on the blue, ready to catch colors of the sunset.