This vista, from a rear window in a Brooklyn apartment, heralds the silent approach of a summer storm. Soon, the sky will be taken over by armies of flaming-orange clouds, arriving in streaks from somewhere.
Come winter, the same space will turn a muted shade. Sandwiched between stretches of dull, gray days, there will be bright, blue ones. Looking up, every now and then, one will see the black dot of a passing jet or two.