New York City, November 3, 2014

★★★★ More burnished sunlight. A long tented runway was set up outside the movie theater, to protect a red carpet from the gentle threat of cold. People were not bundled up thoroughly enough to blur the individuality of their radiating body heat in the solid-packed crush of the 1 train. By afternoon, where the sun could reach directly — places widely separated — it was warm. The teens and the scaffolding cast long commingled shadows at the corner. The wind by the river was pushy and made it hard to hear, but it remained painless. The apartment filled with a late golden glow, interrupted briefly by the passage of the facade-repair crew in their rig, moving from top to bottom just outside.