New York City, October 14, 2015

★★★★ A pink glow marked the beginning. A worker swept dead leaves away from the bike-share rack. Dove-gray clouds, nothing serious, quelled the light for a while. By coffee time, full sun was on and white clouds reared above the building line. The young guy asking for money — not asking for money, of course, everyone acts like that, just demanding a little basic human attention to his story, which was about how he needed money — steered his pitch toward the clothing store across the way, the warm clothes in there, it being so cold. If it were a story to debate about, one might have noted that people were out in shirtsleeves. Later the shade of the cross street darkened to something more than shade. When the sky went blue again, there was a chill on it.