New York City, October 18, 2016

★ The mild air was subtly suffocating, with its glowing burden of haze. The Broadway Line platform at Times Square was well on the way to recovering its summer thickness. It was iced coffee time again. Some people had gone back to bare shoulders, or even patchwork madras. Windows were dull in the glary light. Hair clung to the face. The heat subsided with sundown, but the relative chill was the chill of a dampened shirt. The west was nearly every color but not much of any of them.

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