New York City, September 28, 2015

★★ The crowded, anxious elevator emptied out into a placidly cool and clouded-over morning. For a while the clouds parted, leaving dirty-looking remnants under the bluing sky, but the interval of brightness passed without warming things up. A shower must have occurred during the subway ride, leaving the pavement of Union Square greasy underfoot. Then the gray left and clean white and blue moved overhead. The stone facing of the building was chilly to lean against. Above the warm but clammy streets on the way homeward, the sky was dabbed with new formations of cloud-spots, fresh as paint off the brush of Bob Ross.