★★★★ A plump gibbous moon hung somewhat surprisingly in the sky. The air and the wind had sharpened. Blocks of reflected light added themselves to the light and dark of brownstone on the tower of the First Presbyterian Church. The sun was warm and abundant, so much so that walking into it was hazardous. Once it was gone, it was time to start thinking about which of the coats might have the gloves in the pockets.