New York City, December 19, 2016

★★★ An ambiguously streaked and shaded sky brightened for a while into blue. A cold air current crept along the floor. Out in the street, yesterday’s puddles were slush or outright ice. One patch of thin cloud was plated like a snake’s belly. Then the clouds became little wayward twists. A dropped piece of seasonal plant decor strewed little red berries over the sidewalk. The daylight lost its luster; even while the sky overhead was still blue and white, the distance down the avenue had acquired the sickly orange of sundown.

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