The air is thick, wet, and warm in Manhattan. The absent breeze blows no trees. The sun peeks out from the foggy sky, then hides again, shy.
The Tumblelog of Mark Coates: writer, software development visionary, and full-time ninja.
The air is thick, wet, and warm in Manhattan. The absent breeze blows no trees. The sun peeks out from the foggy sky, then hides again, shy.
