I must say this is certainly NOT how I imagined that the early days of October would be. Five weeks ago I scribbled a post in which I gave thanks that the summer’s sticky warmth was soon to give way to the clear cool days of autumn. “The most beautiful months of all”, I said. The skies would be “swept clear of summer’s viscous murk”. The air was going to “sparkle and invigorate”.
Yeah, well, I’m still waiting. Here we are in the second week of October, and it might as well be July. The temperature was hovering somewhere in the upper 80’s this evening when I left the office. The air is damp and greasy. The subway platforms are still sweltering, and the tunnel rats are capering in midseason form in the moldering filth. The leaves on the trees — yes, those would be the ones that I predicted would by now have begun to “flare once again with impossible, incandescent beauty” — are not exactly flaring so much as hanging limply and starting to rot.
To make matters far worse, the Yankees, facing elimination at the hands of the Cleveland Indians, are trailing 6-3 in the top of the 8th.
Feh.
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Yikes! :-)
– M
Oh, to be in New York…
…’cause it’s so *bleeping* cool here in Seoul.
Jeffery Hodges
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Yeah, and it’s even cooler in the countryside. It was downright cold yesterday, almost winter weather. But it was warmer today.
Oh, and sorry for posting a comment longer than your post yesterday. I only realized after I posted it that I had pretty much taken over your blog.
You don’t want to be in here in Gotham this morning, Jeffery. It is freakishly, oppressively warm, the atmosphere is dank and viscous, and the city is an an angry, sullen mood after last night’s catastrophe at Yankee Stadium. Anything could happen around here on a day like this, and probably will.
Charles, no need to apologize. Your comment was interesting and to the point, and your thoughts are always welcome here.