New York City, August 9, 2016

★★★ A cloud shaded the first block of the walk to the subway, as if things might not be bad, but full sun dogged the way down the steps. It was hotter and drier by the middle of the day. A burst of breeze broke the stillness, fluttering skirts and throwing dirt at the eyes. The afternoon train smelled awful, not from anyone in particular but cumulatively, and the people were blocking one another without squeezing in tightly enough to make room. The late light raised warm colors from brick and stone.