At five o’clock, Clematis Street changes uniforms.
The elevators open. Out come the expensive haircuts and shoes designed for rooms with very cold air conditioning.
You assume they are headed somewhere expensive.
A steakhouse. A cocktail bar. A place with valet parking.
Some are.
Others keep going east.
The jacket goes into the back seat. A surfboard appears.
The city has spent the last several years importing capital, companies, restaurants, towers and the people who know what to do with all of them.
New York moved south.
Finance discovered endless summer.
Close the deal.
Close the laptop.
Go outside.