Open fire hydrant. Summer in the city. Lower East Side, New York City.

In the summer New York City yields to the heat: its essence melts like soft wax. At night, the air rests above the concrete like the bated breath of a lover anticipating a proclamation of love. 

Ambient light twinkles above the inferior mirages left over from remnants of sun-beaten streets and fire hydrants spray their cool water onto the street, each stream cutting through the stillness with the greatest of ease. 


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Open fire hydrant. Summer in the city. Lower East Side, New York City.

In the summer New York City yields to the heat: its essence melts like soft wax. At night, the air rests above the concrete like the bated breath of a lover anticipating a proclamation of love.

Ambient light twinkles above the inferior mirages left over from remnants of sun-beaten streets and fire hydrants spray their cool water onto the street, each stream cutting through the stillness with the greatest of ease.

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