The lawn of Carl Schurz Park and the river each gave off their own humid aromas. Ailanthus crowded in on the transverse at 96th Street on the cab ride back.
Outside, hard sun immediately triggered a sneeze that ruined a nearly new surgical mask.
A truly shabby robin, looking part drowned and part plucked, flew off with a worm or something wormlike in its beak.
WITH THE AIR conditioner turned off, a cleaning rag left flat to dry overnight on the sink’s edge was musty by morning. But the heavy air was thinning out and a wind was picking up as the sun, unsoftened by haze, baked down. The screen of a phone with its camera pointed skyward was overwhelmed […]
Ambiguous misty gray resolved into rain.
The forsythia was already a solid yellow wall.
The droning of traffic sloshing through rain announced that the day was underway.
Some day soon a cold day would be the last cold day.