New York City, April 13, 2017

★★★★ The chill on the morning was enlivening. Gradually the veil scattering the sun thinned to transparency. The 11:30 appointment turned out, on a leisurely double-check, to have been for 11 sharp, but conditions were fine for frantically rushing uptown in; the sweat went away quickly. The neck feathers of a pigeon shimmered as it coasted down to land beside another pigeon in the also-shimmering waters of the fountain. Pear trees were blooming, preliminarily but surely. Bicyclists were going uptown and crosstown, with and against traffic, in obedience to and disobedience of the signals.