★★★★ Blinding morning light flashed into the apartment as a glass balcony door swung open across the way, like an immense camera. The cold wind from the river, coming along 7oth Street, made a surprise push across West End and nearly up to Amsterdam, but it wasn’t quite cold enough to hurt. And the light was all over the place. At Columbus Circle, the sun was being preceded over the buildings by a blurry greater circle of the sun’s influence, while sharp rays came zigzagging in sideways from below. On Broadway, starlings and the multidirectional shadows of starlings hopped and fluttered.