Man, it was hot yesterday! At lunch I looked to Christopher St. pier as a breezy escape. Bad idea. No shade, no breeze, breathing labored in the heavy air. Most were clearly dressed for the weather. Do they have jobs? Us business casuals baked up and down the boardwalk.
After walking for 5 minutes I felt the need to jump in the water. Head first. Bring it on, Hudson. But I pulled back — stuck a hand in the fountain and closed my eyes. Paradise, almost.