New York City, October 17, 2016

★★★★ The first golden honeylocust leaflets on their block were being carried away in the sluicing hose water. A woman’s sandal broke and fell as she hurried a child through the bottleneck formed by pony dumpsters on the sidewalk by the school. It seemed as if new rare detail was visible in the far distance in New Jersey, but it was just the usual detail of the near distance, rendered more remote by the haze. The true distance was all but gone. Walking face-on into the scattered sun was blinding and a little bit hot. In the pink-lit dusk, the street smelled like a summer ballpark concourse.