New York City, July 28, 2016

★ Now the night had mitigated nothing. Sweat broke out immediately and fabrics clung. The sun reached its height and everything was hot and blinding. Outside the post office three people huddled under an actual parasol, with the ribs topmost. By late afternoon the blazing light had been cut off by gray. Storms were forecast for later but there was already an orange cast to the light and little bursts of wind were throwing dry leaves around. Up on the grass roof, a dancer wearing only shorts struck poses and leaped, attended by a photographer and an assistant with a reflector to redirect the directionless light.