★★★ Blue shaded into white shading into blue, with no clear dividing line. A noise-canceling wind chilled the ears and muffled the sounds, save for the piercing high tones of brakes. One pedestrian after another carried jacketed Starbucks cups—one woman had a whole tray full, a late Sunday-afternoon hot-beverage run. A false sun shone up Broadway, reflecting from somewhere behind the CNN sign. At sunset, the white patches separated themselves from the rest of the sky—purple in the north and east; pink slashes receding into the southwestern distance.
Monday, November 19th, 2012
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