Just to put this in perspective,
I wore a quilted jacket and scarf to work this morning.
When a heat wave settles in, it also feels as though we’re returning to an older New York, a city of stoops and open hydrants, a city in which everyone takes refuge, sooner or later, in the steaming streets if only in hope of feeling some moving air on the skin.
There is something claustrophobic about the heat, as if we were trapped in a photograph from the 1930s, never to escape.
But a storm will come, the wind will freshen from the west, and soon we will be free to be ourselves again, to walk wherever we like as briskly as we always have.
- New York Times Op-Ed-