this has been the coolest summer since 1860-something. I'm in heaven. I wake up to a cool grey breeze blowing through my window, and I look out and see dew drops on the long green grass. Last summer was a nightmare of humidity. I considered going on a date with a guy I wasn't at all interested in because he had an air conditioner. None of that moral confusion this summer. All is cool and misty and grey. And every day, I step out my front door and look to the right at the Manhattan skyline. It's changeable, it never looks the same. I should take a series of photographs, to document its chameleon nature. The Hudson River changes color - sometimes it glimmers white, or silver - and the foam being churned up gleams so brightly you squint. Sometimes, like today, it's a dark slate grey, and the foam is starkly white in contrast. The city sometimes looks like a mirage - through the haze - you can dimly see the outline of the Empire State Building - but all is softened, the edges indistinct. And then on days like today, all is clearly outlined, everything is a dark steel grey, standing out against the cool grey sky.
It's spectacular, really. I'm lucky to live where I do.
However - even though it is the coolest summer since (cough - no idea what the date is, but it's eighteen-sixty-something) - the city streets still STINK of garbage. It's freakin' nasty.
Posted by sheilaIt's unseasonably cool here, too. That means it's only intolerably hot rather than unbearably hot.
Posted by: Dave J at August 25, 2004 10:51 AM