★★★ The overnight chill hung on, so that no particular coat could be right for both ends of the commute. The light was ugly and dazzling. Even at midday people with their coats hanging open thrust their hands in the pockets. The fronts of buildings were just fire-escape shadows. Ice was melting where it had been dumped out on the sidewalk. The fattening moon shone bright and alone, and wind swept Union Square clean. There was nothing wrong with any of it beyond that it was a bad time of year.
4 years ago