New York City, June 2, 2016

★★★★★ What blew in through the lobby doors felt like air conditioning at first. Out in the street, it assumed the character of the breeze over the deck of a sailboat. A venture outside for iced coffee, passing through sun and shade, came back with hot coffee instead, because it was so feasible an option. The day demanded nothing one didn’t already want. High windows threw blinding reflections into the shadows. Leaves tossed in the clear late sun.

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