New York City, February 2, 2017

★★★ One window in a flat facade full of windows caught coral-pink light while everything else was still dim. What came after was not tentative at all, but full brilliant day. A drab tan brick wall, in the corner of a window, out the corner of an eye, was as chromatically rich as a patch of sunset. The gleam in a hat’s furry pompom flexed with each step the wearer took down the subway stairs. There was no need to consult a marmot to feel the sun asserting its advantage over the season and the calendar. Even when the late clouds had gone purple, a trace of whiteness clung to their edges as they slid across the sharp-drawn moon.