[UPDATE: Two stars.] ★★ The morning drizzle was almost imperceptible; a hand placed on the kindergartener’s hood to steer him schoolward detected droplets on the fabric. Blue peeped through, and for a while the blue was general, overlaid with a glowing haze. Then gray took over, then traded back to blue, off and back again. The mildness was nothing excessive. Coats were still useful and in use. By evening, it was wet again. The night air over Times Square held the light, glowing off to the east through the steaming window of the cab.