Perry Street. Greenwich Village, New York City
On summer days like this, the bright summer sun barely cuts through the branches of trees canopies that line the street while brownstones and bicycles revel in the cool shade. Some people flee the city in the summer, preferring cooler climates free of hot cement. For me, there is nothing that comes close to summer in the city.
It’s true that often the air is held captive by the high heat and the sun scorches the pavement but when a breeze is allowed free reign to fly through the trees, something magical happens. Streets breathe a sigh of relief and warm tones of muted sunlight cast upon buildings languishing in the shade inspire smiles of contentment.
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