New York City, April 24, 2016

★★★★ Highlights of sun flared off glazed white brick and glimmered in the elastic fiber of leggings. There was something less than a breeze, just enough to offer resistance. A black pigeon scurried along the bright sidewalk. The stacked masses of the Ansonia receded in space. People with yoga mats slung on their backs stood in line out the door of a restaurant. A lanky young man with a basketball worked on his handle, perpendicular to the sidewalk traffic, challenging his own reflection in the window of the cleaners.