New York City: 10.12.16.
It was the kind of weather cats dream to sleep in. Fact is, that could be said about most of us even if we don’t sleep outdoors or for most hours a day. You didn’t have to convince anyone otherwise. It was some goldilocks shit: just perfect. You could be forgiven if it seemed that New Yorkers were embracing their fall bodies — what we make of ourselves when it cools or warms considerably (more on that another time). By evening, the elbows were out, bumping and pushing though sidewalk crowds; was anyone enjoying this? OK, maybe they were thinking about how nice it was, but they were definitely also being typical post-work pricks.