New York City, May 4, 2015

★★★★★ A little sweat would start after a few blocks. The streets were greener and more humid. Petals fell; jackets and outer shirts were shed and dangling. A man walked up Broadway wearing top-to-bottom white. Two workers stood in one end of a dumpster, neon-green vests glimmering behind black construction mesh, and jumped in alarm as a heavy object from above thunked down in the far end. The afternoon air was a warm soak with cool eddies. Sun along Grand Street skimmed mangos and oranges in their bins. The air conditioner on the 1 train was noticeably broken.