New York City, April 3, 2017

★★★ The sparkle was off the sunlight and a chill was not far away from the warmth. The coffee shop door had been propped open with a little stack of insulated cardboard cup sleeves. The light brightened and sharpened for a while. Breeze filled the storefront banners and lifted the front flap of an awning. The air was just a bit cold on the scalp. Clouds drew together, with bright spots where the seam hadn’t quite closed. The harbor smell was back after months of absence. The slightest preliminary drizzle seemed to be falling, scattering sharp little sensations of something even colder against the deepening cold.