New York City, May 2, 2017

★★★★ A line of dark clouds came glowering in from the west, wetted down everything, then swiftly went away. With the hour the pavement was drying under full sun. Clouds bridged the gaps between facing cornices. A convertible BMW came around the corner, top down. There could have been a spare hour for walking home in, but the abundance felt as if it would go on forever, and the moment was lost. A treetop on Sixth Avenue was a solid balloon-like volume, filled by the breeze. The late sun made the winter’s dirt on the outside of the windows opaque white and brought out every particle of dust stuck to the computer screen. At night, the wind beat at the glass with a sound like heavy, driving rain.