New York City, November 9, 2016

★ No sun came up. At some point, the light that had been coming through the blinds all night for open eyes to see got brighter, and there were little footsteps, and the new day could not be said to have not arrived. Isolated drops of rain fell on the walk to and from the schoolyard. The rain gathered into a shower in the middle of the day, leaving pickup time dark and wet after it passed. Gloom pressed over the mouth of the subway steps and the wind had found new drizzle to push down Seventh Avenue. By night the drizzle had risen to a pattering rain. A car seeking marginal advantage in heavy traffic swung into the curb lane, flinging dirty water onto the sidewalk.