New York City, November 7, 2016

★★★★ The color of the trees had deepened to go with the new allocation of light on the walk to kindergarten, and the wind had picked up. The crosswalks were blinding; getting from curb to curb felt as perilous in full day as it had in the creeping twilight. It was too cold for the lightest jacket but too late to do anything about it. Soon after 4:30 the light was reddening, and by five all that was left was a sort of lamplight afterglow. Somehow in the dark the smell of garbage still found purchase on the chilly air.