New York City, October 3, 2017

★★★★★ Clouds stacked up in the morning light in fancy and attractive arrangements. Bright wobbly images from down the street moved on the surface of high apartment windows. By afternoon the sky was empty and deep shadows stretched uptown. A flag swung awkwardly against the half-length straightening rod at its bottom. The late light was ample but out of reach. Faint linear ripples of white kept the west from being featureless. They held their shape as they went from their original delicate white to pink, until there was no more light to find them.