The Phoenix Rises

This summer, I walk through the streets of lower Manhattan three times a day.  In the morning, on the way to work, shaking off the heat and crowd of the subway enjoying the last cool breeze of the day rising from the sidewalk.  In the full bright light of the noon-day sun, the street is teaming with lunch-seekers, workmen and tourists who have come to see the great construction sight.  And in the early evening on the way home, ducking onto the hot, hot platform at Fulton Street.