New York City, August 30, 2017

★★★★★ The sun shone as if it had never been interrupted. The crosswalk stripes seemed to float above the asphalt. Honeylocust branches made a low ceiling over the sidewalk. Everything was dappled and gleaming. The air conditioning was barbarous and best avoided. No haze separated near buildings from far ones, only the precise mathematics of perspective, as the eyes measured their distinct and certain edges against one another.