New York City, December 12, 2016

★★★★ Down in the street, beneath the still-glowing apartment windows in the still-dark morning, there were umbrellas and a shine on the pavement. By dropoff time, though, the rain was just blowing lightly around the water-sheeted but usable schoolyard. A glimmer of brightness came over the late morning, an invitation to use the day, and then blue and sun appeared for a moment before blotchy cloud returned. It was worth going out into, still. On the way up out of the subway at 4, there were swaths of gold up in the buildings and the clouds were breaking and silvering.