It's a good day to be outside. The heat of summer has run off and disappeared like a stray cat down the alley. Just enough clouds to take the edge off the sun's glare, and a cool breeze to stave off bugs and clear out car exhaust and other bad smells of the city. The sort of gentle wind that moves like a kid on a bike cruising down a quiet, residential street. A wind that makes music as it blows though tree branches covered with leaves that are just beginning to turn yellow and brown, and the narrow spaces between buildings. A good day to be a garbage collector, mail carrier, or electrical worker fixing wires.
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