New York City, February 12, 2017

[No stars] Broken glass from a smashed-in newsstand panel was strewn on the wet sidewalk. Sharp bits of ice began falling with the rain. The cold air felt momentarily restorative, after hasty showering and dressing in the stuffy apartment, but in a few blocks it was just bitter. Snowflakes joined the mix. People trooped along under umbrellas. The various falling things kept changing, irregularly, but they all added up to slush when they hit the ground.