New York City, November 20, 2017

★★★★ The wind made ripping and bashing noises through the night, but all the sounds of storminess led to a dry morning. Sun came through gaps in the silver-gray clouds in bursts of light like the gusts of wind. Two separate sun images both bounced their beams off the mirrored tower and into the living room on different trajectories. The people outside had the excitement of being harried and bustled without the pain of being cold. “If I run fast enough and the wind is strong enough, I’ll fly,” the six-year-old said, giving it his best try. The light was as bright as a polished steel chain curtain.