We woke up to the sky blue like eternity.



In Dumbo, the Manhattan Bridge peeked out down cobblestoned streets, framed on either side by nineteenth-century industry. A wedding party was having its pictures taken on the Fulton Ferry Landing. The wind lifted the bottoms of chiffon dresses pastel like summer, while the bride shivered under a puffy coat in between takes.



The dogs were shades of coffee in the Hillside Dog Park. There was loping, there was gamboling, there was quite a bit of butt sniffing. There was a small white dog off like a rocket. There was a Rottweiler sauntering like handsomeness.