Summer Sun

85 degrees today in New York. Sky heavy with humidity, cut with a curling breeze. I know it's been a long, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time since I've been seen 'round these parts, but the weather this past week has been perfect. The city that never smiles is lit up. Spring fever is in effect, and the streets are filled with guys strutting and girls shaking and clothing being shed baring soft skin to the sun.

And now I'm at home with Ayler on the stereo and everything is... alright.