A life without love is like a year without summer ~ Swedish proverb
Wading through the think humidity that weighs down on Williamsburg, there’s sweet relief in looking up. Up at the leaves that provide shade, listening to their rustle as a breeze runs through them; up at the grey cotton ball clouds, set in formation against the iridescent colours of a NYC dusk.
The days of New York summer are hot, humid, and sensuous; they tease with thunderclouds while wrapping you up in a steamy embrace.
(below) a coconut Italian ice to make the humidity more palatable
(below) Williamsburg Bridge joins Brooklyn to Manhattan. 1 World Trade Centre to the right