New York City, January 12, 2017
★ “This right here is a tiny bit disgusting weather,” the five-year-old said, trudging through the damp false spring. If it was still winter, he’d asked, why was it getting warm again? Later there would be big raindrops, falling from a sky of ever-increasing blue, landing with individual taps on a waterproof sleeve or coffee lid. The dripping sustained itself for blocks of walking, and then full sun arrived to match, if not to justify, the warmth.