Today is a proper summer t-shirt kind of day. The kind of day when it smells like you are somewhere else, the minute you step outside the building, someplace warm and careless.
The smell makes one think of long bike rides, reading books at Red Hook while listening to the clanging of the buoy just offshore, and spontaneous after-work trips to the beach at the end of the subway line, even if it’s already dark, the water is none too clean, and the boardwalk restaurants full – but none of that matters.
It will snow next week, they say, and the trees are still bare, but the smell is already here and I will never forget it now.