New York City, June 15, 2017

★★★★ Pink scraps of water balloon lay on the schoolyard asphalt. Enough clouds came to hold back the sun during the wait. Buying hot coffee instead of iced now felt like the opportunistic choice. The breeze was cool and clean, moving smoothly over bare ankles; the sun was only warm and nothing more. Walking around, it was hard to remember to do the errands that were supposed to have provided the excuse for having gone outside. The light stayed and stayed, past dinner and a few rounds of beers. The air blowing around the back of the taxi, on the way through the near midnight darkness of the Park, was a little chilly. Saturn shone down yellow, from its place fully opposite the sun.