New York City, February 28, 2017

★★ The air was thickening and mild. The wait for the instrument-repair shop to open was slightly shorter than the time necessary to finish a small café au lait while standing up outside the coffee shop around the corner. Warm and cool air currents bumped together without mingling. At the back end of the afternoon, buildings suddenly went missing; a fog, continuous with the low gray sky, played a memory guessing game with the skyline, erasing some here while the other ones there stood untouched. A drizzle fell, so light as to be elusive.