New York City, August 23, 2016

★★★★★ The morning sky was wholly cloudless. There was a fraction more haze on the air, but the coolness still held on. With an audible snap of a shutter, a man took a photo of a young woman in a jumper going by. An idling and unnecessary ice cream truck spilled exhaust into the mouth of a crosswalk, the only discomfort to be found anywhere for blocks. The full sun was eventually hot, but only hot enough to be a reminder that this was all somehow happening in August.