New York City, August 12, 2012

★★★ The cool morning breeze gradually lost its coolness, till there was no point letting it in through the window anymore. The midday heat outside pressed down lightly but insistently. Unto it were bared, variously and without particular regard for age or gender: shoulders, breastbones, the thoracic spine down unto the lumbar. Tanned, ruddied, freckled, blotched — the sun’s accomplishments of the season, or of the years. His-and-hers tank tops. Wear them while you can. By evening, it was cool again.