New York City, November 6, 2016

★★★★★ The time-shifted morning brought copious sunlight and fresh cool air to chase away the bacon smell before it stuck. The deepening blue of the sky gathered in the paint of the antique white Fiat parked outside. The capes and foil blankets of the marathoners were just about what anyone might need, absent exertion, to walk around in running shorts in the gathering chill. Insistent and early golden light flooded into the apartment. The last of the sunset was a laser-bright, laser-thin stripe of red on the horizon.