Sleepy Hollow

We are having the warmest November I can recall having experienced in 15 years on the East Coat. People say it's Indian Summer, or global warming. Folks are walking around in T-shirts. Sometimes I see winter coats and sandals on the same person.

It's nice, but it's a little disturbing. For me, I prefer clouds in the sky. The past two days had a blank, Los Angeles sort of sky, a mindless, pale, glaring sky. A Day of the Locust sort of sky.

I find it uncomfortable to see such a sky in New York, particularly in November.

I prefer deep blue skies, floating clouds and golden afternoon light, Sleepy Hollow weather that Washington Irving described. The Legend is worth rereading, and so is Rip Van Winkle, which is a modest little masterpiece.