" the new description "

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sitting at my small desk near the window in my apartment, i regard the weather patterns outside quite often.

sun on my face in the morning slowly creeps across and through my room, until it slips past and into sunset, as if a patient dark hand has stolen the light.

recently summer has arrived in a thunderously wet and raucous manner, usurping the brief spring, and staking its claim with endless rain and curiously uncommon muggy nights.

if i had a description of what summer in new york was supposed to look like, and feel like, it has drastically taken a shift to the unpredictable.

the damp weather which has become the summer of 2009 so far, also brings with it the potential for more insects a-crawlin', mosquitoes a-bitin', and clothing options a-confusin'.

more days spent with a sense of wonder at what manifests in light of incorrect predictions.

more nights in the streets holding aloft makeshift newspaper-umbrellas; the sounds of smacking flip-flops and small groups huddling in close echo through the avenues.

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