New York City, October 19, 2017

★★★★★ Everything had highlights and textures. Sun glowed in the thin golden hair of a child being held up to a construction-fence window to watch a pile driver. Cirrus shreds moved like blowing snow. The fresh-hosed sidewalk was a mirror. Light passed under the quick-stepping feet of a tiny westbound dog as they lifted up from their shadows. A companionable warmth traveled up the sidewalk. A gull looked as high up as an airplane and an airplane looked as low as a gull.