New York City, February 25, 2017

★★★★ The wind-buffeted night gave onto a clear, light-blue morning. It was cold out again, as if nothing had happened. A stroller held a quilted baby bag that may or may not have held a baby under all the padding. A man had set up peacefully and inconspicuously in the corner of the ATM vestibule with his bags. Walking was easy enough to do. The slender clouds out the window looked like the same clouds all day long, right till they changed color and the sun went down.