New York City, September 12, 2017

★★★★ The clouds were bluish or the sky was whitish, and the sun made a slow start. Short sleeves were plenty, even on the walk to school. The light stayed thin and sparkly; all the body was comfortable except, eventually, the eyes as the glare kept pushing down. Eventually gold added itself to the ambiguous tones in the sky. Bicyclists were blasting music as they rode by. Someone deep inside the crowded train wanted out at Columbus Circle, and stepping off to clear the way created a choice: the grim re-packing of the car to ride one more stop, or the extra walk along Broadway in the open air and light. The feet barely paused to consider it before momentum carried them up and out.