New York City, December 14, 2017

★★★ Snow had appeared, just like that, and was already finishing up. There was just enough to newly trace things; the sidewalks in view down across the avenue were bare and wet. The clouds, their work done, went away, leaving sun occasionally cut off passing clouds. The banging of construction carried through the cold air with a high, metallic ring. A strip of sun stretched down the face of the white brick apartment building, exactly as wide as the column of windows it was centered on. Some of the snow had survived the entire school day. A child scooped up a handful and threw it, sending it sprinkling drily on the heads of her classmates.