Above, the sky bore rain clouds. Gusts blew into open windows making shades rattle. At noon, for one hour, there was a break in the clouds with a little sunshine. And then the clouds rolled in again.
There was cold rain. On Main Street American flags hung along posts, damp. Another flag, the biggest one, was half-mast. Volunteers tediously placed white cloth bags onto The Green for the lighting ceremony in the evening. The ones in the middle genuflected to the numb, biting wind blowing from the north.
