New York City, April 23, 2013

★ Weak, blowing drizzle dampened the middle of the day. The light was like looking up from the bottom of a basement utility sink full of cold-cycle wash water. Two young foreign women, one in pink Crocs over tights, were searching for the Prada store. By the afternoon, the drizzle had quit and gone away; sometime after dark, the clouds went, too, and toward midnight the stars shone down.