New York City, November 6, 2017

★★ The blowing drizzle under the dark gray sky was too warm to be raw, the way it ought to have been. It stopped for a while and new dry leaves landed on the old wet ones. The honeylocusts were dropping entire compound leaves now, not just scattering leaflets. Rain came quietly and passed quietly, and then the evening and the night were finally, genuinely cold.