New York City, August 24, 2017

 ★★★★★ The indoors was so cool that the mind turned to jeans and corduroys. Outside, there came a sudden awareness of the bareness of the ankles above the low socks. Still, that was quickly followed by the warmth of the sun soaking into a dark shirt. The tarp at the back of a fruit stand flapped and billowed. On the table were boxes and boxes of ripe figs. The midday light and breeze were a marvel. Pale straw hats swayed on their display rack. The sun cured the aftereffects of the air conditioning. Guitar music and marijuana smoke carried over un-idyllic stretches of sidewalk. Here and there sweaters made their debut—though with cutoffs, or color-coordinated with open-toed sandals.