★★★ The daytime moon was slightly brighter than the translucent bits of cloud, cracked with blue, nearby. The air was still humid to wash and hang up the jeans, and too mild for that to seem like an urgent problem. The office had crossed over from too cold to too hot. Once again the clouds got thicker and the day began fading even faster than it would have. Someone had an umbrella out in the midafternoon light and somehow there was a drizzle blowing, incomprehensible and invisible—a sensation on the skin that seemed imaginary till careful inspection turned up fine droplets on the parked cars.