New York City, December 14, 2016

★★★ The sun put a gleam on things, and the wind was sharpening up. The crosswalk sign toward the shady side of the street brought on second thoughts. It was time to wash last winter’s grime off the cuffs of the hoodie that had gone under the parka every day then. By 2:30, the forecourt was lost in shadow again.

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