New York City, March 8, 2017

★★★ Wisps of down clung to the morning knock-around hoodie where the puffy vest, for now unneeded, had hung with it for months. The night’s lashing rain had passed just in time for the walk to school. In another two hours the clouds were broken apart and furiously aglow; another half hour and the sky was entirely clear. Now and then a tiny scrap of cloud would show up.