New York City, October 20, 2015

★★★ Sundry clouds in unrelated shapes were scattered sparsely on the morning sky. The problem of choosing a coat was insuperable; the cold was sure to be going, but it hadn’t lifted yet. The clouds resolved into parallel rows, with blue furrows between them, and for a while the sun was scattered into glare. Then in midday the light came in sharp and straight. The cross streets were darkly shadowed but not as chilly as they looked. By sundown there was unquestionable warmth in the shade. Jackets hung open in the mild and clean twilight.