Before, after, and the in between elements.
We had a September nor'easter, so lots of rain. The forecasters wrung their hands about another Sandy because of the high tides. Parts of the city did flood; global warming makes this a regular occurrence now, and we'll have to rethink policies and zoning. But for the most part, it was just windy and wet.
Right before the rains arrived late Friday night, though, the sky was extraordinary. Lots of New Yorkers seemed to take note.
Friday was also the Mid-Autumn Moon Festival, and at the Mothership, we had a moon cake. Then, outside, the clouds rolled in and we couldn't even find the moon. It just rained, and the clouds sat over us and poured - all weekend, through to this afternoon.
But then as I made my way home from the office in the early evening, the skies started to clear. The setting sun shined on the Upper Westside, and at the bandshell a band played and people gathered to listen...
... Little trace of the big moon (the photos were just shy of full, within days of the harvest moon) that tugged at the ocean. Little trace of the gusty winds that, days before the nor'easter had even formally arrived, blew over a sizeable planter with a small apple tree (acting like a sail, catching the wind).
Almost like the nor'easter was but a paranoid forecast.
