Scorching New York
Spring skipped a beat and landed straight in a heatwave. The sudden thirty-degree scorch took me completely off guard, but the city didn't break its stride. The pulse of an unfinished New York: hard hats keeping at it in the heat, shadows playing tricks on the architecture, and transit routes so ingrained that even the birds could navigate them. Beauty showed up in the exhaustion, the glowing water, and in the raw reality of people starting, ending, and waiting.
