In New York right now we are experiencing a few days of what are only a few weeks of perfect weather per year. There are a magical couple of weeks in May, early June and late September when the skies are blue, there’s a light breeze and the humidity is such that my hair stays straight for an entire day. Besides these 20 or so days, the other 365 are too hot, somehow exceed 100° humidity (it doesn’t make sense but I swear it’s true), or are under an Arctic death grip. It’s one of the many great pastimes of New Yorkers to constantly complain about the weather. It’s something we all agree on.
