It isn’t often that the air in New York City feels zephyr-like, but it did at 4:15 this morning. I assume that it comes when the rain has just fallen and there is a light breeze and there is just enough heat so that you may be lucky enough to experience the pleasure of such a breeze. It was in stark contrast to nine days ago when I was walking up Madison Avenue, having a difficult time breathing as I could see the heat and the smog in the street like some kind of comic book malevolent presence hovering over the thoroughfare. The air conditioner I turned on that evening, as valuable as it was in the moment, was absolutely no match for that natural breeze of this morning. As far as I am concerned, if summer had more of those moments, I would be much better disposed to the season.