Last night I took NJ Transit into the city and arrived as the sun was setting over the river. Magic hour cast a golden hue as I wheeled my luggage the few blocks from the subway station to PKH's apartment. I was in the flow of those returning to the metropolis after a respite spent in beach houses, or country cottages. On the west coast, summer eases across the calender at an unhurried pace, days gradually get warmer, and for a few nights in August shorts and tank tops are appropriate attire for an evening BBQ. In NYC I was immediately assaulted by the sights, smells and sounds of the season. I dropped off my bag and immediately went for a stroll stimulated by the energy emanating from the streets.
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