I'm beat. A hectic weekend (including an excellent, four-borough Saturday) & the gruelling last laps of the school year. On early Sunday evening I was stuck on the Williamsburg Bridge, & the sky had that sharp, radiant, after-rain light. Stationary, for once, with the purest of views & no camera. Hah. So instead of piercing beauty (well, I can try) it's mannequin time once more. Take it away, ladies of the Upper West Side.