New York City, June 18, 2017

★★ The night sweat became day sweat right there in bed, with no transition between. The sky was ugly and colorless. Hair failed to dry; the air conditioning made things clammy. A shower passed almost unnoticeably, leaving new wetness to steam up from the sidewalk. When the sun shone, things got even more unattractive, the miasma visible as it rose. Scraps of leaves and dirt and individual stray hairs floated down from a grate in the newly clear sunbeams underground at 110th Street. A curbside puddle was as greenish as a long-abandoned swimming pool.