New York City, February 8, 2017

★★ Bright blue came down through the blinds. Thin little purple clouds stretched out in the west. A child went out the door in a t-shirt, running to catch up to his friends in soccer shorts and socks. Downtown, an adult walked by in a t-shirt too, holding an iced coffee. Silvery haze and a smell like potting soil were on the damp and incomprehensibly warm air. Nothing added up right. In the dark, after the schools had already sent out the news they were closing for a snowstorm, children were tossing a light-up football, their jackets discarded in a heap on the low wall by the planters.