New York City, August 23, 2012

★ The heat kept going, by rote. Hotter than the day before. Haze glowed faintly over the streets. Skateheads lined up outside the Supreme store, armed with camp chairs for endurance, awaiting the chance to get something new. The lowering sun, which had shone straight into the living room in the weeks around the solstice and the Manhattanhenges, now dropped behind the megalith of the nearest apartment tower, its declination heading toward autumn. But its light hit the floors above us, bounced back to the windows of the obstructing building, and came in again on the second bounce.