★★★ The light coming in low from the east found the bright gold of street trees and the brilliant orange of plastic construction fencing. The long-sleeved preschool uniform shirt had to be dug out from among the newly dried clothes. Broadway was awash in white light, the sun scattering through thin clouds and glancing off glass and polished stone. Over the course of the day, the abundance faded to a gray afternoon, chilly indoors and out. Some purple-brown clouds were low in the night sky, and the starless darkness above them could have been more clouds. Falling acorns clacked on a parked car.