In Manhattan, it's not the heat
...and it's not the humidity neither. It's the smell that the heat brings up. Today 40th street smelled like a melange of pee, corpses and exhaust.
"Oi, did an antelope die in here?"
It makes one long for the kinder, simpler summer smells of my childhood such as:
Eau de Ferret-Filled Apartment
Halal Meat Cart Splash
Chanel # Homeless Guy with Gangrene