New York City, June 6, 2013

★★ The good spell left, with polite reluctance, taking its time but nevertheless steadily fading out of range. The sky grayed and darkened; the clouds acquired depth and texture. The air conditioner kicked on automatically, announcing its superfluity. An opened window brought in air too chilly to keep allowing in. A few drops fell in the evening, so that rummaging in the pantry took the place of walking to the store. An airplane crossed above or through the lowest and darkest chunks of cloud, like a needle passing in and out of cloth.