I’m in New York and it’s a heatwave, one of my favorite weather phenomena in the city, if not one of the spookiest (especially in June). Heatwave days unfold here like a symphony—the overture of the sun releasing its heat as it comes over the horizon, an initial rush of activity, the gradual undressing, the coda of sundown. You don’t get that feeling in…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Something Nice to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.