New York City, May 24, 2017

★★★ Mellow gray light and cool air attended on the long and unsteady rise from the sickbed. The west through the blinds became brighter and bluer, and the outdoors sounded inviting. The clouds were not thick enough to be gloomy, just enough to make the light diffuse and gentle. The coolness touched the scalp. It would have been possible to walk indefinitely if the shaky legs had been up to it. Descending, the sun behind the thin clouds was enlarged and blurry, like something from the matte-painted backdrop to a new world in a science-fiction movie.