On the subject of the four seasons, and the joy of being back in the sweltering heat and humidity of my youth, rather than the distinct lack of either in my current coastal California life, Doc Searls saidbest:

So I’m thinking that now, in the middle of a summer night on a Baltimore porch, soaked in sweat, that I’m getting my edge back. If you’re not actually burning or freezing, heat and cold are just sensations. You can call them discomfort if you like, but they’re a small price to pay for experiencing nature’s cyclic perfections.

I wholeheartedly agree. I am back in Bryant Park again, where I have been for the past few days, sitting beneath a canopy of London plane trees and watching for my caterpillar friend. The sun is shining brightly, puddles from this morning’s thunderstorm are slowly burning off, birds are chirping above the din of sirens and traffic, and people are moving at a much more leisurely pace…

It’s 10:45 am in New York City, and already the temperature is above 80°, which feels like 100° due to the humidity. Gone are the three layers of clothing I normally wear just to get through a typical day in San Francisco. I am in shorts and a shirt, and already drenched with sweat. I am in heaven.

As I finished that last sentence, Jason Kottke twittered:

The city is in chaos today. Hot + flooded subway + fistfights to get on buses. Can the humidity be over 100%?

I <3 NY.

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