★★ Foliage threw a yellow glow down into the sunken driveway on the building's west side. It was time for the wool coat over the hooded jacket over a sweater. The wind chopped the dark Hudson into irregular whitecaps. Even the two-year-old, after weeks of fighting off warm layers, confessed that he was cold. Downtown, on the sunny side of the street, leaves twinkled on the branches and sailed away on the gusts. Enough prettiness, and enough of the wind. The rest of the day could stay outside the windows till the heavy, early dark came down.
Tuesday, November 5th, 2013