New York City, May 26, 2016

★★★★ The sun flared on the just-bent-past-flatness crowns of the combination caps of a trio of sailor and highlighted the triple creases down the backs of their white shirts. It was summer sun; the name for what it was doing was beating down. A field trip spilled out of a museum, slowing the flow along the sidewalk. Women were wearing white, with navy stripes. The preschooler would come home full of news about the warship his class had toured, in their floppy white hats. The third-grader and his class had been to the Park. In the shade, the air was thick and static. Somewhere on Broadway was the smell of honeysuckle or of honeysuckle perfume.