New York City, March 27, 2016

★★★★ Pastel blues appeared here and there in what had been bleak gray. Full sun came on and then backed off, to linger the rest of the day in various degrees of attenuation. The younger boy decided it was too warm in the pew for him to keep his dress jacket on. A purple flower out in the churchyard briefly passed for one of the hidden eggs. Branches thick with buds framed the sky. In the afternoon, the children agreed to take their eyes off the screens and bring their baseball gloves down to the forecourt. The older one studiously fielded grounders off the bricks while the younger ran back and forth. On the other half of the plaza the upstairs neighbor was tossing a football, which twice went astray into the fountain, to general interest.