★★★ The sun rose later still, making it even harder to get up and out the door, and then it pushed the school-bound children along the sidewalk. A crow flew straight down Fifth Avenue, with laboring wingbeats, crying out as it went. The wind came up under an untucked shirttail as a signboard offered to freeze away belly fat. The light thinned but remained precise for a while, till eventually shadows disappeared. Dinnertime felt as if it were the depths of night.