New York City, September 15, 2016

★★★★★ The four-year-old’s protestations about having to wear a long-sleeved shirt paused just long enough for him to pull the pushed-up sleeves back down again when the morning chill hit, before he went back to complaining that his arms would sweat. The humid uniformity of summer had split into fully separate warm sun and cool breeze. From the office building roof, Fifth Avenue looked narrow. The breeze plucked at shirttails. In the evening, at the edge of the schoolyard picnic, kindergarteners grappled and spun each other around, then threw themselves against the chain-link fence and shook it together. The wisps of cloud above grew pink. One thing the parents could say to one another, without hesitating, was how very very nice the weather was.