New York City, January 19, 2017

★★★ The early sunbeams slipped briefly behind some cloud, then relented and shone full-on. The shattered glass of a door, still standing in the frame, glinted; so did the bulbs of an unlit strand of festive lights, and the coils of a hair tie lying curbside with the garbage. The light spread over everything as thoroughly as the gloom had the day before, clear and without pity.