And there’s nothing tropical about it...it's normal.
Living in New York
City is an eight month wonder of change and interest.
Four months, however, are spent mostly indoors, waiting for
it to be over.
I grew up here. But after living for so many years in Southern California , I find it hard to believe that this
sort of thing continues to happen, year after year---that no matter what, you
can count on severity over and over again.
Beaver Swamp
It makes people pretty tough. But it also makes them seasonal. The city empties out most of the summer.
During the winter months, people just hunker down and get
depressed in the dark.
Being arboreal and equatorial, one longs for leafy breezes
in the high-up shade. Warm. Naked. Noisy.
Instead, we roast on hot concrete or trudge through
sludge. Good thing we’re adaptable.
In our Aeron chairs…
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