★★★★ Humid but welcoming, like the night air by the ocean. You could get the jeans off the wardrobe shelf again; high, mottled morning clouds kept the sun in check. Gradually the sky burned clear in the east, and things resolved into a cool pearlescent evening. People were visibly at ease. Only the white-clad nascent flash mob looked a little tense, toting folding tables and picnic baskets through the subway, mindful of the burdens of their spontaneity. Like any picnic, really. The hassle of reaching a fun accommodation with the outdoors. But wouldn’t it be lovely when they got there?