WEATHER REVIEWS

The extra-long day

The stench of a ginkgo

ELONGATED ACORNS

Sudden silver streaks of rain

the furious twitter of trees

A broad strip of mixed dried leaves and scattered garbage stretched along the avenue like a carpet runner.

A child sat on the sidewalk, tugging the end of the long, coiled tether tying it to a brunch.

Overpass shade was so deep the minivan's display flipped over to night mode and back.

A rim of soft pink, higher in the west, surrounded the sky.

A PIGEON HUNCHED up dark and round in the green of a locust tree, under dim skies. The air had lost its coolness. The clouds were irregular but gray all the way through. Brunchers sat right up beside the open windows of restaurants, with the brunch music carrying past them over fully empty outdoor tables. […]

The grass in Central Park was lush and springy underfoot, the air saturated with water and thick with vegetal smells.

On and on the rain pattered, in the suspended animation of a day going nowhere.

Sunlight got into fire escapes and grates and vents and the girders of the Queensboro Bridge. Bay windows let the light through like vitrines.