New York City, January 9, 2018

★★★★ New sun shone over old snow. Trashed Christmas trees and scaffolding joined the grubby snow piles to squeeze the foot traffic to and from the school dropoff. New granules or rocks of salt were scattered on the wet pavement, later or earlier than necessary. The sun was blinding on the sidewalk meltwater. The cleanup along the curb on Broadway had somehow re-filled the main roadway with fluffed-up snow for a loader to scoop up. The air could briefly fool the body into believing it was mild. The afternoon was drippy; a haze was in the sky and the sky was in the puddles.