★★★★ Color-tinged mist on the river burned off into a bright morning. A smell of cookies carried on the wind up the avenue, from nowhere identifiable. Parked cars were beaded with snowmelt. Thin sheets of cloud scattered the sun; gradually, the cloud solidified into separate units, and the sun poured through the openings unfiltered. By late day, the sky was almost empty. A coatless skateboarder did a few tricks in the street. A crowd was willing to gather to watch the guy who hits old milk cartons with a golf club, as he lofted them down Jersey Street toward Crosby.