New York City, May 31, 2016

★★★★ The morning air was thick, indoors and out. Through the day the light grew clearer and sharper. The street was bright and rattly; the bared arms and legs all around had picked up some color over the weekend. Clouds moved by like a slowly scrolling painted backdrop. Someone in a Maxima with open windows, sitting at the curb, shared his music with half a crosstown block. The late sun was still hot on the rims of the ears. Even at day’s end, though, people remained mostly unwilted.