Hudson River, 12:45pm

Yesterday morning, the river was so still it was a reflecting pool - the opposite shore shining in a perfect full-color replica on the water, birds spinning and diving towards images of themselves.

Today, the wind blows so hard that it pushes the water from one bank to the next. The river seems to flow sideways. The glass panes of the window vibrate and howl, the birds are tucked neatly under alcoves, their heads hidden beneath their wings.