New York City, September 17, 2015

★★★ It was hot, by the thermometer. It couldn’t be denied that it was hot. But the fact could be overlooked under the barrage of brightness — brightness scattering in the fine white morning haze by the ground, brightness buffeting the eyebrows under the midday sky. Now was time to find the sunglasses from the beach and wipe the myriad little fingerprints off them. Even with that, dazzling light flared off blonde hair and bare scalp alike.