I'm walking in the city and there's a certain quality to the light. It's that warm honey of sun slanting in from the west, the long shadows making their way across avenues and up the sides of buildings, and the early-summer promise of an evening that's in no hurry whatsoever. And it will strike me -- yes -- it's summer in New York. Just like the first one. 1983.
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