★★ It was not cold enough to put the parka on while rushing too late for the train for the flight arriving too early. The low brown haze that had been over New Jersey from the Manhattan window was still there from New Jersey proper. Shades of tan rippled through the marshes as the seed heads on the grass changed position relative to the train. Certainly by the return to Manhattan, with children and luggage, the temperature was out of parka range. A change of coat later, it was the thick warm socks that were too much. A rat and its shadow moved through a blue patch of daylight in the express track bed. By evening, the temperature had crept up again till the light wool felt as excessive as stormproof insulation had felt at lunchtime.