New York City, February 22, 2017

★★ Gray slowly brightened into watery half-sunshine over a clammy haze. No coat or jacket could be right for it. The afternoon darkened again and ended early, but there were unexpected mottlings and colors in the sky—intimations that led, after the elevator ride up to the apartment, to a glimpse of a garish orange gap in the northwest. Opera-goers went out onto the terrace at the first intermission, but they didn’t linger there.