New York City, November 27, 2016

★★★ The question of what the day’s temperature might be was forgotten in the face of the forecast app’s declaration that sunset would be at 4:30. The leaves on the ground were crisp but the air was not. Great wings of cirrus spread on the sky above and behind gray cumulus. The sunward sides of all things were brilliant and hard-looking, which did nothing to check the darkness swelling everywhere else.