New York City, May 4, 2016

[No stars] Again the drizzly wind was blowing under the still-gray sky. The drizzle kept coming, falling on the people trudging out the door from the fire drill and around the corner and back upstairs. A tour bus went by with an inverted and broken umbrella sticking out the open top. The drizzle thickened into something more than drizzle. Passing tires dragged damp streaks along the roadway. Little puddles gathered at the curbs. Hoods went up. The clouds got darker, with more visible thick parts. Conditions would change only enough that they couldn’t be ignored or taken for granted.