A Lingering Blush of Cold Dawn
Our star now breaks above the horizon at eminently reasonable hours.
Garlands of Aerial Flotsam
The now-naked forms of trees are revealing summer’s detritus in their twiggy grasp.
Poised Between Light and Dark
As the warmth fades from our streets, the light slowly ebbs from our sky.
A Brigade of Precarious ACs Plays Its Droning Song
The heartbeat of the city is the steady drip-drip drip-drip of air conditioners.
Summer Lightning Strikes the Empire State Building
During a thunderstorm, the 1,454-foot tall Empire State Building often channels heaven’s fury.
Night Comes in Through the Window
Your screen is a fluttering membrane onto the darkness. Night scratches its fur against the thin separator, seeping into your room through osmosis.
Spring Rains Feed a Lost Brook
When the spring rains pour and create rivers through the streets, do they also feed a long-buried creek?
The False Spring That Is Followed By Cold Rains
Take heed of each day in March. It will try to catch you unawares.
Icicles Hang at Precarious Heights
Menace awaits on every architectural angle, every surface where sun-warmed slush slaloms its way off a precipice.
Winds Like Knives Slice Through the Intersections
The city is a tapestry of snarled wind patterns.