★★★★ The west was delicate violet and one window, and only one, caught a metallic light from the east in an unclassifiable color that would have to be called magenta if it were called anything. The layering plan on the way to school had to include the clone-trooper armor jumpsuit. The sunshine was clear but it was hard to stay out of the shadows long enough for any warmth to settle in. Steam was coming visible out of a grate and blowing along ankle-high. The first wave of daylight trick-or-treaters seemed to be mostly braving it without jackets. When a penthouse apartment door opened to hand out candy, the windows to the rear held the full red sunset, sprawling out beyond the river.