New York City, March 25, 2015

★ Murk blurred the river, one of only two faults on a fine February morning, the other fault being that April was less than a week away. The sunscreen came out of the medicine chest, as a moisturizer for cold-parched skin. An unusual keer-ing and a shaking in the branches led to a glimpse of a blue jay. Clouds eventually suppressed the light. The subway steps were spotted with rain in early afternoon — the evening showers had come on early, and without the evening warming trend. People were not dressed for this. At preschool pickup time the pavement was wet and the breeze was raw. By six, the chill had lifted. The gray clouds were full of unexpected little ripples, like fingerprint ridges, moving unexpectedly fast.