★★★★ Sunbeam season continued; the toddler ran around and smacked the wall where his east-pointing morning shadow fell. It was chilly enough early that the now-first-grader needed his windbreaker under his backpack. Sun was in the candidates' eyes as they stood trying to be noticed without blocking the sidewalk outside the school too much. By midmorning, the toddler—the preschooler, now—was fine without a hoodie. Some high clouds moved in to scatter the light. It was too nice to go underground right away. A man in a tartan kilt headed up Broadway, toward Lincoln Center. By the work day's end, as breezes drifted around downtown, dress shirts were largely unwilted. A southbound woman brushed into a northbound man, part of a couple, and apologized. A pace or two later, his northbound female companion grabbed his face and covered it with a flurry of kisses.
Tuesday, September 10th, 2013