The moon slid over the city’s dark silhouette as we drove the streets north toward 115th Street. A big yellow moon. With a tinge of dark red around the edges. It hung in a velvet blue sky just above the rooftops like some gigantic unblinking eye. Hard not to stare at it as I drove.
And it was hot. Still.
The heat radiating off the pavement and sidewalks could fry eggs. Even at this time of the night. All day a cloudless sky allowed the sun free reign on scorching the city into a bleached, dried out rag. At night, the air temperature hardly dipped, and the heat came out of the cement and stone like a blast furnace. As we drove in silence, cars passed us filled with suburbia heading home from a night out at a restaurant. Or kids, teenagers, in their hot little Hondas or Toyotas rolled up b
