New York City, June 1, 2017

★★★★★ The clouds were puffy and pure white, and behind them was a deepish blue. Then for a while there were no clouds at all, just a thin haze that held a portion of the light aloft while the rest of it smashed on the ground and objects below. A cop coming out of the subway greeted a togaed street performer, inquiring why he wasn’t painted up yet. A new set of clouds came, spreading glory rays at the zenith and restraining the heat. A newly made stretch of sidewalk was dazzlingly pale underfoot. Every turn onto a new cross street brought with it a new, particular stripe of sky, a revelation still somehow unexpectable.