New York City, October 8, 2013

★★★★ The clouds interrupted the sun often enough and for just long enough that each interval of light dazzled anew. The air had a distinct, appropriate chill. The screen of Yoko Ono’s live sky-video installation, by the Asia Society’s elevators, was featureless and without color. A woman walked a pair of little white dogs down Madison, calling to them by name: “Let’s go, Isabel!” Sometimes the left dog gleamed brighter, sometimes the right. Another woman, on the phone, announced that it was “kinda warm but kinda cool.” People lay out on the rocks in the Park, singly or paired. Sunset brought a deep double streak of maroon and orange on the horizon. The crescent moon shone blurrily through deep blue cloud.