New York in the summer is sublime. The restaurants move to the sidewalks, I can wear my flip flops, and color seems to emerge…from fashion to foliage. I just smile and exhale everytime I step outside my apartment…the sun beams down, almost saying, here is your reward for surviving New York winter. Thank you Mr. Sun….the summer has begun.
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