New York City, March 13, 2017

★★★ A full reflected image of the sun threw its rays eastward, scattering lines from the blinds across the bedroom ceiling. Sun shone through the tinted lenses of the guard outside the apartment compound, revealing his kindly gaze at the schoolbound crowd. The ambient freeze was so cold that even crab legs, spilled out as part of a garbage disaster on the sidewalk, gave off no smell. Salt was crusted in thin old evaporated puddles and scattered as granules on dark spots of the sidewalk. The sky seemed full of portent for a while, with eerie white-on-white ripples, but then came bland ordinary thin clouds and contrails, betraying nothing.