New York City, May 11, 2017

★★★ The socks that came to hand were either thick winter ones or low-cut summer ones, nothing right for the day that was coming. The make-do solution of bringing the kindergartener to school in an insulated jacket, with a hoodie in his backpack for later, had now become the routine. The light was scattered and there was a winter-in-the-subtropics humidity on the cool morning. By afternoon the sky was white, and the passage of clouds below the clouds made the wan shadows of things fade out entirely and then return. Full sun arrived to flood the apartment from wall to wall, and the clouds were lace layered in purple and silver.

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