New York City: 09.20.16.
The temps, returning to a modest normalcy again made one wish for the previous day’s rain. Or, at least, something other than another muggy work day. Since it was a school night, he had packed his bag for tomorrow’s commute, even though the forecast was uninspiring: Same, maybe even worse. But it turned out different — somewhat cool at times breezes that felt as forced as the guy wearing a leather jacket. The chill wasn’t considerable but at least we weren’t waking up sweating like we did all August, or, if that wasn’t the case, not killing our electric bill, the city and (believe it), the planet with our selfish need for 68 degrees. Obtuse. But we take what we can handle.