★★★★★ The weary eye, looking out into the gray, found a gleam on the metal flashing of the roof across the avenue. Dark and light tussled for a while but the outcome, though lately unprecedented, was not in doubt. By late morning the crosswalk stripes were dazzling. An ugly glass building almost dematerialized against the clear blue. Even the shade, where there was shade, swelled with second- or thirdhand light. There was sun to walk in on both sides of Broadway. The glow through the office window made it impossible to ignore that there was an outdoors, right there, waiting. Children poised on their marks for a sprint race on the sidewalk. On Sixth Avenue, a tree was in bloom.