New York City, May 10, 2017

★★★★ It was a big morning for sunglasses. The clouds amid the sunlight were somewhat less than Platonic puffy ones, off-white and a little indistinct around the edges. A bird chirped shrilly and insistently from a lamppost on Fifth Avenue; a river of dog urine spanned almost the entire sidewalk. Uptown was bright and the east was gloomy, each looking like a credible rival portent. The wind favored uptown, but it took a while to prevail. Through all the changes in the light, the chill remained, though a man on Broadway in an untucked pink oxford, chino shorts, and sockless boat shoes did his best to carry himself as if that were not so.