★★★ The light had dulled after a bright and promising beginning, but north of the zenith the sky was an attractive tangle of white wisps on blue. Sunward, things were bleached and smeary. Half-strength shadows pointed up the sidewalk, then faded away entirely. It was too hot indoors for the right amount of clothing. The distance between the buildings and the contours of the clouds was just close enough for the eye to measure them against each other, making the city feel stubby and squashed. No matter what the sun seemed to be doing, it was always about to do something else.