★★★ The massed clouds had separated enough that light and shadow could play on their forms. Then they pulled apart still further, till they were individual items. The last maples in leaf were saturated pure yellow. A full-sized black trash bag stood on the air for a moment, three or so floors up, and pirouetted there. It was mild out of the wind, but hardly anywhere was out of the wind. The afternoon sky went over to clear empty blue. After sundown, the cold and dark pushed any errands off into the crowded daylight hours of tomorrow.