New York City, December 26, 2016

★ The drizzle beaded on the cars till it trickled down them. It beaded on the trash bags till it trickled down them too. It floated in the headlights of the tractor trailer blocking the crosswalk. The day was not cold, not warm, nothing but gray and damp. Dogs circled things indifferently but not so indifferently that they would let the humans at the other end of the leashes keep walking.