Itâs a cold, gray morning in New York City, the kind where the rain seems endless, the air heavy with humidity, and the sky never quite clears. A feeling of sorrow lingers in the streets, as the city Iâve known for so long starts to show signs of becoming something elseâsomething foreign. Something unrecognizable. Today,Continue reading “New York’s Subtropical Future: A Grief for a City I Thought I’d Know Forever”