New York City, January 30, 2017

★★★ Crumbs of packing foam swirled on the ground like loose snow. Pigeons blasted away from their roosting spot, low and straight, clattering barely above head height. The sky was a winter sky again, a scleral white. Enough sun came thorough to flash on a penny as a man stooped to pick it up from the sidewalk. The clouds kept thinning till the white was blue and then the blue deepened. The wind raised tears and the sun glittered in them.