phew.

New York is as far south as Rome, and it can get as steamy as a roman bath sometimes. It is that time of year again. We can swim home through the air. Spreading our fingers as wide as we can, so they do not touch anything. The clothes on our bodies just decide to become all damp and heavy. The humidity hits 100% and we are all covered in our own sweat, or so we hope.
It is also the time of those guys without shirts. They have roller blades on or running shoes, just no shirt. Some are hairy, some look like cheese, some are weird, all of them are disgusting.